A fingertip on glass

What was it that first stirred my sleeping brain to your presence? The slight tap of your finger against the window pane or that tired old notion of your body knowing someone is watching you. I don't think you meant to possibly wake me but your nail tinkled against the glass making you draw back … Continue reading A fingertip on glass



I have felt so sporadic in my writing as of late dear readers. These writing prompts have so far been the form of writing I have been able to extract from myself. What do you do when you can't write/read/function as you usually do? I just catch the sight of it as it descends from … Continue reading Found