Xanadu

Ash carries a prayer Willed by charred fabric From the match that marches Trying to weave—trying to help...

When I need it most, I recite with joy and confidence. When you speak, I hear healing. Like an alarm clock going off— triggering scenes...

Getting you out of my head is like playing a guitar without strings. It’s absolutely impossible. Every fret along the fingerboard is a...

Gentle lanterns luminated softly through a silent town. Needing no more than the radiant moon to guide them. The journey through the...

Boxes scattered around her feet. Ballet flats for the delicate pushover, kitten heels for the judgemental prude, stilettos for the...

We tread lightly, cautiously Listening to the myths and tales Of heroes and foes, monsters and gods. Silk weaves into art whilst Ego...

If I “fixed my nose” like they so often advertise I’d gaze at my reflection 100 times each day Wondering— just who she was. If I “fixed...

Back and forth back and forth. The serrated edge of the butter knife, against fissured bark. White knuckled grip on the excuse for a...

Darkness dampens the valley. Deepening the different routes. As if the abyss of hell itself— Is anchored and pulling The headlight’s glow...

One must Imagine Sisyphus happy— As he gazes down at the base of His torture, stares into his abyss, his Fate stares back—and he feels...