Xanadu
 

I can be abrupt music in a quiet room. Bouncing off the walls, barreling out like steel balls. The sound of bangles sharp like sewing...

It was like the ending of a long book— Such loud words In a muted coffee shop Leather that was once supple Is now cracked and worn. Torn...

From the glorious summer months— to now the dawn of fall. The once vibrant and alive green leaves, transform to a lethargic state of gold...

It was a fire. A building of flames constructed by large logs in the midst of a cold evening. Snow was sprinkling down while smoke was...

Cradled in trembling palms, the cracked cup sings a thin, hairline splitting porcelain skin, its jagged grin catching glints of morning...

It was a TV that I grew up with; When everyone else was too busy to raise me. It was old; The sudden creaks of the old TV stand, The warm...

It's a quiet morning on the Long Island Sound. The hook and bait  are descending in the water. Striped bass and seagulls all around....

What knocks me out is Earth at night, When city lights give way to light That travels ages just to gleam On silent hills and silver...

After a long, cold winter— A dandelion appears Bright, yellow, and brave, With a strong stem. It stands by itself in a field. The birds...

The calf is dragged by its mother, Feet up and head down. Gone too soon— Life stolen by a person playing God. The herd follows with...