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Gossamer Red Delicate and fluttering Thin as hair Soft as silk Fragile as tissue paper Woven and stitched Smooth as a slow-movi...

I don't care I don't care I don't care That's what I tell myself As if saying makes it true As if words are the r...

“D ad, I’m so excited for you to see my performance next month.” She held her new costume up in front of her face. It was coral in color, l...

This place, An aromatic coffee bean Sincerely birthed for those with personality and purpose Or, perhaps, no purpose at all Th...

a leaf falls in December no one knows how it lasted this long or why it would want to it lands even as snow falls co...

we hiked up from the city an effort to inhale clean air and feel adventure in our lungs the hills kept rolling but eventually...

This miserable life of college we lead. Where just the basic food, shelter and clothing is hard to secure indeed. Books are a fortune a...

As I sift through piles of debris, a panic settles over me, The darkness looms and bares its teeth, creeping closer to consume. No fir...

My mind is starting to unwind like a ball of yarn Because in less than seven months you will be in my arms I don’t know what it means t...

I understand why you think He doesn't exist, why lately every scholar says He can ’ t, because I feel that way too sometimes; b...

“ All poets have to be exiled” –The Laws by Plato I find it marvelous that poets can pick a word from so many and put it where, n...

Home is a place where I feel at peace and connected to myself and the world around me. Just being. Home is the desert floor. T...

"Today the sea is flatter than the flattest of my mother's daughters," my oldest brother says as we drive up Highway 101. Wit...

Could have been in a side stepped place he did the things he said he didn't do I didn't know how to know My heart a bell My...

I found a pumpkin shell and thought here is the thing. I quick ran home with it and clapped you inside. The pumpkin shell is sitting in my ...

I’m not the princess That trades her freedom for you life. You claim your love to be a rose But all I see are the petals Scattered ...

The fight from the previous day haunted her mind - she replayed what was said and what should have been said, every word a dagger to her...

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