I've always had a love-hate relationship with my hometown. I've always dreamed of "getting out", like many young people do when they grow up in small, rural towns.
My Little Backwoods Corner
Potter’s Wheel
A short piece inspired by the solstice, the season, and the cough medicine I had to take because of bronchitis. Enjoy.
Ashes – a poem
Ashes - a poem to tide you wonderful folks over until I finish writing my next post.
The Veil is Thinning…
Today is my 35th birthday and I find that the ancestors are on my mind...
Ever-Changing – a poem
I had planned to upload a couple of poems celebrating autumn, but after reviewing some of my poetry, I felt compelled to share this one instead... It felt oddly appropriate - not only for the season, but also for the world at large right now...
The Writings of J.S. White 