William Shakespeare

  • Darling Day 1. Mister Darling Brown Eyes

    Mister darling brown eyes is not the darling of this post. He is not my husband. He is not my Son. He is not even someone I love or have ever loved. But. He is where all this started—this Darling… Continue reading

  • The Wonder of the Muse

    It’s the cool rush of fire shooting down the limbs, filling up the head, the heart, the page. The spirit. The muse, some people call it. But what’s in a name? said the muse, to the writer who sat his desk once upon… Continue reading