I love unicorns. I have loved unicorns since I was a very young child. I collected porcelain unicorn statues, unicorn posters and absolutely fell in…
‘Twas the evening ‘fore Christmas and all was asleep Except for the Big Man and his reindeer peep. They were blasting through snow clouds, delivering…
Fly Away – A Dream by Kathleen J. Shields The other morning I awoke from a fabulous neat dream. As I sat there remembering, I…
Oh look at those shoes – oh my, they’re so cute! Look at those heels. I look so astute. The leather, the lace, the cloth…
It’s early Monday morning and I’m up before the dawn, A story on my mind, gotta type but then I yawn. Coffee percolating, sleep wiped…
My life was about living, every day about the same. Nothing special to report, because He didn’t know my name. I was lonely and quite…
I have never started a poem yet whose end I knew. Writing a poem is discovering. -Robert Frost I saw this phrase the other…
Poetry, to me, is a very memorable form of storytelling. Like music, when your favorite song comes on, it’s not only the beat and the…
In a recent trip to see my grandfather I came across an old booklet on his shelf. “Portraits of Bygone Days” by Bessie J. Hemp…
The other day I received a phone call, completely out of the blue, from a very, very shy child in the Chicago area. She had…