Xanadu
 

Held hands with a new boy last night. We walked over graves and his hands were cold. “Cold hands, warm heart”, my father used to say— and...

They were in the hospital Just the man and the speech pathologist. She scooping applesauce into his mouth, And he just hoping he’ll be...

as i wait for you as the hallways clear and i sit and stare on this wooden bench— i feel like sleep. a gap— a space between what is— and...

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...