Were

This is one for the full moon child, for the wolf in all of us that wants to run beneath the stars and howl at the moon.   Were. JR Manawa. “Look at her watching. Can you feel it?” Jenny asked. “Who?” Brian grunted, not bothering to look up from the television. “The moon. She…

A blank page opens the mind

A blank page opens the mind. I have this statement written on the wall above my writing desk. Why? Because these words are a simple yet beautiful truth to remember every time I put my pen to paper. The truth that this blank page is a canvas waiting for a masterpiece, an empty lot waiting…