A Christmas Story

A Christmas Story

My mother, who passed away 5 years ago, used to tell me a story every Christmas about her father, my grandfather.  He died when I was a baby so I never knew him personally but from all accounts, he was a larger than life kind of guy.  He was a spy photographer during...

Passion Play

Passion Play by:  Kelle Sparta Play my body like a fiddle. I surrender to the music. Draw your bow across my middle. Pluck my strings, begin to pick. A melody in quiet deep, Your rosin soft upon my sheets, Steal me slowly from my sleep, With that low, insistent beat....

I Deserve…

by:  Kelle Sparta I deserve to be loved. So I love myself – deeply. I deserve to be held So I hold myself in reverence. I deserve to be happy So I choose joy in every moment. I deserve to be cherished So I handle myself with kids gloves. I deserve a life of...