Somehow There is Hope

By: Shyanne Sarris Somehow there is hope in this universe and I don’t know how it got there because it shouldn’t be. We are an incongruous lot that define ourselves by our trademark of death. We pretend to love life but really we just enjoy destroying it after the photograph and before we drop ourContinue reading “Somehow There is Hope”

Prescription of a Writer

I am a Writer.  I will always have ink on my;  Hands Heart Mind and  Soul.           “Gib pn! Gib pn!” I squealed. My mother stopped furiously writing in her notebook and stared at me.            “You want the pen?” she queried, waggling it back and forth between her thumb and index finger. I responded by stretchingContinue reading “Prescription of a Writer”