Xanadu
 

Tight seat with tight belt. Through the window there’s  invisible stars. Downwards, countless  lights merge into one. All the footprints ...

Steam rises gently, Her hands dance with spice and love,  Home tastes warm and safe. One bite of the rich And flavorful cinnamon, ...

Through the spring window is a bright burst of new green— great times are coming. The birds are singing, they are on their schedule—...

Shifting colors blend with the route we travel, a moving painting of mountains and plains. Reaching across the canvas touching the...

Tiny legs in fabric.  Pants enlarged, a funny sight. Mom’s style, my world. Adventures await, cuffs glide, every step gets closer. Muddy...

for Louis Jenkins The soul is a patient learner. It takes into account every word that comes out of the instructor’s mouth. Blind spot....

The late February tree stood in the moonlight, its bare branches, covering the dead grass. No leaves to sway in the dull wind. Just the...

You fall. The ground greets you like an old enemy. The weight of failure presses into your skin, whispers in your ear—stay down. But...

I’m not much of sweet tooth, sugar makes me sick. Yet, maybe your sweet taste  distorted my gums, so the heaviness  in my molars became ...

There was a still lake, timeless in its beauty. Chirping birds, rocky sand, and clear skies surround, as distant laughter sounds.  The...