Xanadu
 

My focus is an obstructed mosaic.  Colorful glass, restrained by a cloth curtain.   While interstices unite,  and tesserae sparkle,...

My thoughts are a train off its tracks in the middle of a lake.  The wheels are slowly sinking, The conductor is nowhere in sight. The...

My mind is a burning lava. Hot, fiery, shameful. My hope is an uncontrolled hydrant, chaotic, messy. But almost always I'm that crispy...

My hope is a colorful fish swimming, alone, in a bleak desert. Scales shriveled in the blistering sun—swallowed in gritty sand where no...

My trust is like a rabbit's den In the middle of a wolf's hunting grounds. A sanctuary that was used for safety and bonding now became a...

My creativity is a dry pen pressing hard against the paper, scarring the grain. Margins wait for words, but none appear— the cartridge...

I can be abrupt music in a quiet room. Bouncing off the walls, barreling out like steel balls. The sound of bangles sharp like sewing...

It was like the ending of a long book— Such loud words In a muted coffee shop Leather that was once supple Is now cracked and worn. Torn...

From the glorious summer months— to now the dawn of fall. The once vibrant and alive green leaves, transform to a lethargic state of gold...

It was a fire. A building of flames constructed by large logs in the midst of a cold evening. Snow was sprinkling down while smoke was...