Paged between our biggest memories are the little things we let slip by; tiny, unimportant…

Hours and hours Sitting under the starry night. Staring at the serene moon in…

Crawling through the ruins of what we have become. Towers go on spewing And all…

Her heart was racing As she walked  the  walk  of shame Up to the board…

What is it like to fear? What is it like to trust? Why are you…

Baby face, soft embrace Autumn leaves blown in your face A smile repeated a thousand…

Fiery tentacles  Stretching their way up and around Blackened and collapsing trees Bright red, orange,…

Dear Robbers,  I write this letter with my humble intention to relieve and rejoice robbers…

I Hope You Find Your Voice Again I’m bad at painting my nails I think…

Why can I describe you only by the scent of spring’s arrival, Of the outdoors…