Xanadu
 

The leaves of late Summer sing in the wind As the bright sunlight illuminates the beaten path it’s in A young mockingbird leaves the nest...

There is no better dessert than apple pie, yet cherries over apples on any day. I can construct a genius mathematician from hair color to...

Inspiration from Emily Dickinson ‘’Hope’’ is the thing that comes out in the Spring — With it fragile and thousands of colorful scales —...

-my pretty pale skin has always been smooth, no flaws. like freshly fallen snow on the lawn in the winter time. the same winter that...

I guess we didn’t have much left to say. You can’t replant a dead tree, you know? But from that decomposing stump— something will thrive....

- for Dad, after Jan Heller Levi I think you’re most yourself when you are cooking; slicing the food with each chop, the funny way you...

The temperature sits around 34 degrees Fahrenheit, clock anxiously clicking at around 2 in the morning. A vehicle or two pass by me,...

Mom would say “We’re going to Jones,” and my siblings and I would pile into the car. I was always excited to spend the day on the warm...

I was a bright cherry red before the many rains gradually, stealthily marred and rusted my beauty. The craters that once contained my...

To us, the marching of ants makes no sound. To them, a bustling parade where each colonist proudly displays their sugary-sweet fruits or...