home – Becoming The Muse

Of Roots In The Soil

They say I am a child of the soil,from the soil I was birthed,I toil till my death,digging my grave on this earth,I feel soiled with this dirtno matter how…

Of A Random List Of Musings

Random list from my drafts don’t remember what I was responding to, kinda reads like a poem…. Are you a writer or not?If you have to ask yourself this question,…

Awards and Challenges

Of A letter From Home

I hope I find you well, this morning, afternoon, evening or maybe you are a night owl just like me. Sometimes the early bird is a night owl. I am…