Xanadu
 

One child approaches me asking to decode the infinite. He asks of the convergence and divergence and of the beauty and intricacy in...

After performing Prokofiev, I sing with Stevie Wonder, And symphonies cause me more tears than any sappy movie will. My stomach rumbles...

I was told pennies are lucky only When their faces smile up At you from the ground. Shiny or dull, they’re small bearers of hope: A cent...

Meticulously I etch each letter, Each word, Each sentence, Each name, Each date, Into stone, Into wood, Into plastic. I leave marks on...

I’m always being watched. At least, now I am. I used to be hidden; no one would bat an eye at me. I liked it. But now I’m surrounded by...

Maybe Of Mice and Men. Maybe Gatsby. I don’t even remember— The assignment was never the point. I was always so bubbly in the class...

-After Emily Dickinson ¨Hope¨ is the wing of a butterfly— That comes out of the garden And flies from flower to flower— And gives the...

Back in the day, some may have jokingly called me narcissistic or vain, such disgusting words. Regardless, I didn’t care—I was beautiful....

you taunt me. you flaunt your mind and your vanity. i am left defenseless and at your will. you could jump me, attack me with blades or...

There was this movie she liked. It had a long title. Never got around to watching it myself, but she’d reference it sometimes. I’d laugh...