Crickets hum. Old school R&B beats fade in and out of focus.  The sky beyond magnolia branches is a Wedgewood blue haze, a fog framing this waning, May Tuesday like bookends featuring Hampton Road’s best seller weather, where rain and sun swap protagonist roles in the encased series.  It’s the beginning of another volume in … Continue reading When the Fog Clears

I’m stuck in a sunset, and I’m not sure that I can write my way out this time.  The sun disappeared behind the residential Hampton skyline, a handful of porch lights unable to cut the weight of this particular dusk. Writing authentically has me immobilized as I fight the urge to slice through sugarcoated sentiments … Continue reading Stuck in a Sunset

I’d start with the quote that was on my mind when I nestled my Capri jeans into the worn, blue paisley cushions of my white wicker love seat, but my subconscious filtered the opener out on the basis that it’s now cliché.  Once dismissed, my frontal lobe surrendered to the cerebral cortex’s cues and chose … Continue reading The More You Know

The seventies spring breezes tease me these days, beckoning me outside to see and savor.  Weeks of afternoons brimming with adolescent adventures in poetry are starting to run together, and I find myself as inspired as my sophomores, itching for an authentic night where I can write and feel, to apply the same tips I’m … Continue reading A Writer is Born