Xanadu
 

The days are like wood, getting older overtime. They are unaware of the decay, like termites damaging cross beams in a house. The dusty...

i wake up with these cuts and bruises, wondering where they could have come from. the deep purples and greens and the bright reds and...

Often, it was invisible to my eyes, yet it was still always present. Changing perspective was all it took for me to see the reflection of...

It is inside everyone. While some keep it covered, others let it shine. It can be flicked on and off, by whomever. If the light begins to...

Songwriters and composers are very similar to us. Whether you realize it or not. From hours on end to sleepless nights, a poor...

Cumulonimbus clouds is where it sprouts. Rain swallowed into the spring falling into the steep ravine. Dropping into its elevation the...

I lay down watching the white fluffy clouds flow by as they create pictures of dancing dogs in the sky above. The laughter of other...

It comes at dusk, and shines bright with the stars in the night sky. The quietness in the dark, with wind blowing away the leaves. The...

Tap tap tap the wood of this house, a low flat sound sings in response. This house has a secret unseen to the eye, presenting so...

As the little girl runs through the meadow, feeling the silky green grass on her soft supple feet, she spots a singular, white fluffy...