Xanadu
 

The bright fiery daytime dwindles into a night of a cooling dark blue as if one has sunk to the bottom of the ocean.

Why should not folks be mad My dear, when women Wear the same painted face And men the same slant

When I need the mime to take over me, the talkative announcer comes out. When I need to stay voiceless, every side of me arrive

Moonlight danced over the shallow waters illuminating the seaglass with soft, round edges. Tiny multi-colored fish darting through the crack

proud boys and police walk the streets of NYC hand in hand like lovers from the Seine they want us dead so they can sell our heads on eBay

Lost individuals long to live accompanied. Loneliness gets lame, and pairs tend to form. Like two middle-aged people soon to be lov

It’s a word and a few letters combined. Located in the beginning It’s a new meaning— It’s a new word— Playing tricks on you. Confusing your

Why? Why am I here? What’s my purpose? Who is Henry Denham? And why did he make me? Why in the 1580s?

Eyes closed, mind open. Laid in his bed, ideas flowing as tireless thoughts race through his head. His brain barriers— broken down with

The soggy sand hugged my tan toes tightly, greeting them for the umpteenth time this month. My sluggish pace allowed them to be absorbed by