“Yvaine, I’d like you to meet our new client, Harry Barker.”
Oh no, more work, I thought. I stood up from my desk and faced my boss. “Good afternoon Mr. Salvatore. Good to meet you, Mr. Bar…”
I knew him. I knew who this guy was. And judging by the look on his face, I think he knew me too. Read more…
Henry
He rarely smiled because he was too busy thinking, planning, working. When she introduced him to the rare Sunday breeze, popcorn fights and walking aimlessly, he began to smile more often. She had slowly shed off the tough shell he always donned, eased his mind from the clock’s ticking. He discovered a bounce in his step, and that his belly could really hurt from laughing. He wanted to keep her, his little cheerleader. He just wondered if he has done anything for her the way she has done for him. He wondered if her warmth emanated from her lips as well. He badly wanted to taste the sunshine on her mouth. Read more…
When Jed & I broke up, I didn’t feel anything.
It was breakfast. Maybe brunch. I was watching him turn the eggs over easy when I blurted out, “This isn’t going to work.” Read more…
I love writing about lovers destined to be together. Whether they have a happy ending together or not, it’s always magical to see how the universe can bring two souls together. “Fated” is a piece I wrote back in September 2003, and is one of my favorites. I hope you enjoy it too! Read more…
What’s more romantic than a sprint through the rain? Love blooms when this is so, as you’ll see in this poem. Read more…
I love the feel of your eyes on me
when you think I am not looking
I love how your eyes tell me to stay
when you think I am not looking Read more…
There were five of us in the room that night. You, me, and the three ladies I will never come up to par with. The diamond ring on me shouts that I AM THE ONLY ONE (for now, right now, until the next one comes along). Why do women believe they can change men? I […] Read more…