Beautiful, see the cloud, the cloud appear. Beautiful, see the rain, the rain draw near.

That's how Darkness works. It turns love into something bad.

No, Kramisha, he's not black. He's a killer bird with evil for his Daddy.

What if the beauty around us is meant as a reminder for the many gifts we have been given and our need to give thanks to them?

A lot of men wouldn't like being called a romantic. It's not macho enough.' Quite often men are fools.

It was like I was inside a fishbowl in the middle of a typhoon, and everyone else was on the outside cluelessly enjoying lovely weather.

Here's the bottom line; writers write. Sometimes words flow easily. Sometimes it's like sloughing through mud. Either way a professional writer keeps writing.