Posted in Fiction & Poetry




A tattered web

Outside my door

How intricate a design

Symbolic twists and turns of life

Paths to travel

And yet to be

Death awaits

For he who acts unwittingly

Listen to me


Dainty window from out she sees

Looks fragile, old and worn


Don’t be fooled

Lattice from brick to wood railing

Beware the slope from side to post

Remaining in the curve beneath

A trickster yes she waits

In her parlor you will be the feast







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I’m a self-published author of two books, a blogger, grandma, mom, auntie and friend... I’m also a TEFL instructor, have lived in a few other countries besides the US. I love walking, cooking, reading, traveling, teaching, learning, language, movies, vampires, mummies, zombies, other assorted creatures of the night, science fiction, romance, action, adventure, classics, Latin, Soave, Chianti, D’Abruzzo, Ouzo, Sambuca, Bulleit Bourbon, Plato, the ocean and tanning.

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