MY WRITERS SITE

You have to hold your audience in writing to the very end --  much more than in talking, when people have to be polite and listen to you...

We know little We can tell less But one thing I know One thing I can tell I will see you again in Jerusalem Which is of such ...

Let Evening Come BY JANE KENYON Let the light of late afternoon shine through chinks in the barn, moving   up the bal...

My mother never forgave my father for killing himself, especially at such an awkward time and in a public park,...

They seemed to all take off at once: Aunt Grace whose kidneys closed shop; Cousin Rose who fed sugar to diabetes;...

Elvis Kissed Me “Elvis kissed me once,” she swears, sitting in a neon dive ordering her drinks in pairs. Two stools down you ...

We are currently looking for plays and I would much appreciated if you could share our call on Twitter and on your website. Below some wor...

WALKING by Henry David Thoreau Walking is a Transcendental essay in which Thoreau talks about the importance of nature to ...