Xanadu
 

-after Emily Dickinson Hope is the thing that falls in Autumn— That falls from an oak tree And floats in the air majestically— But...

We’re two separate objects that just happen to work together. The cords plug through an electrical outlet allowing the energy to run...

Through mysterious magic and the plights of supernatural beings, they can briefly erase the anxiety of their upcoming exam. Through the...

Talking small Living inconspicuous Small differences Subtle stances The bow in her hair The color of his laces A name on a shirt A sign...

The heater in Jacob’s house broke a few days ago. It's not too bad, the winter hasn't fully set in yet; but still it was chilly in there....

I am lost. My heart too heavy with emotion that words cannot express. I turn to music to carry the weight To let my heart rest. It starts...

She played me a song on the piano in the band room- an old alternative rock song I’m sure she listened to on repeat in middle school like...

A stock boy stands in the aisle of an empty store, Counting down the minutes until closing on a Friday night. The whole shift has been a...

He sat on his stool, wood sticks smoothened over with varnish in hand. This was his fifth gig this week. He has been working all his life...

With its sharp crevices and metal condensed onto one item. It's a trap— one function only. The hook is functionally deceitful. A...