Xanadu
 

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...

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

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...

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...

Sun rays beaming, sweat beads rolling down my face. Birds chirping. The red roses brighter with no thorns visible to the eye. The sky, a...

A car ride. A long journey, traveling past old and new cars. Driving past homes across state lines, both beautiful and shady. The...

Sunlight shines through the window sills, I leave my curtains open just to await for the dark to arrive. Days begin to feel like a haze,...