Poem

There's a little old shack at the end of the road Nobody will venture that way. Whatever goes on in that old wooden hut ... Is a secret to this very...

She had wanted to wear red but chose, indigo instead. The day so hideously hot summer disassembling into dust earth cracking, like broken eggs shells...

I looked for you

Farewell, my fair and dearest moon, Eclipsed from the sun by another, Leaving me as a child leaves a mother, Devolved into a shade of callous gray,...