My Sunday Morning Offering: (Photos by Jerri Lynn Sparks) The Privilege Of Poetry I can tell a bird by its song And a broken soul by its...

“Do you know what I wish I was?” I asked my son Jared right before we fell asleep the other night. The house was dark and finally quiet...

A little lusty poem to consider on this rainy day... (Photo Credit: Jerri Lynn Sparks) It’s 2 a.m. and I’ve just bitten into a nice and...

Southern Odyssey The mountain can offer you advice but it won’t do you any good if you don’t follow it. I drove down to North Carolina...

Life As A Card "Gambling: The sure way of getting nothing for something." - Wilson Mizner There was this game we played in a UCLA...

(Or Why I Learned To Love Solitude And Gave Up Dating) There we sat on the front steps, my mother, my little sister and me, gazing across...

A poem about the last kiss... I wake up before sun and strangers in winter and wander Before duties and dangers and things that I ponder...