Xanadu
 

The black dragon roars, the hooded cult chants, and a grotesque demon arises from their efforts. A blinding flash of white light, as the...

-after Emily Dickinson Hope is the thing that falls in Autumn— That falls from an oak tree And floats in the air majestically— But...

Through mysterious magic and the plights of supernatural beings, they can briefly erase the anxiety of their upcoming exam. Through the...

Talking small Living inconspicuous Small differences Subtle stances The bow in her hair The color of his laces A name on a shirt A sign...

I am lost. My heart too heavy with emotion that words cannot express. I turn to music to carry the weight To let my heart rest. It starts...

A stock boy stands in the aisle of an empty store, Counting down the minutes until closing on a Friday night. The whole shift has been a...

With its sharp crevices and metal condensed onto one item. It's a trap— one function only. The hook is functionally deceitful. A...

I wonder if you’re in pain, just like I am in pain. Do you seek distraction or do you actually find joy in playing the same tune for...

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

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...