Xanadu
 

The fall air blows whispering through my hair sending a chill down my spine, Chilly, 33 degrees windy not sunny dark and cold, A void...

My soul, and your soul are quite important. I enjoy speaking my mind, my soul is quite loud. The exchanges of words my soul has spoken...

Like the beat of the bass drum my heart pulses. When the oboe begins to blow, I am transported into an alternate reality— reminding me of...

As the hermit crab haphazardly shed what he once was— so did I. A shell of my former self seemed to covet the asylum that used to contain...

oh child, with her big blue eyes, cradling the whole ocean. watch her swim in dark navy, float on her back, watch her pudgy blue belly...

Whole. Whole and perfectly uniform. Void of any jagged edges, any sharpened corners. The fallacy of order. Never becoming more than the...

i hesitantly proceed towards the exhausted, cold fence which houses what is left of my mother the jagged rocks beneath my feet taunt me...

The glistening shore dances through the dead of night, endlessly re-acquainting the garland of seashells. They poke, pry, prick, and...

When silence is painful, we speak to fill it. We might speak too much, we might wish we didn’t. To ignore or submerge, our thoughts,...

Sunday nights nights of solitude. The nights before waking up too soon. Routinely getting no rest; nightglows glowing through the window....