Xanadu
 

i hate the quiet. even when i was doing my favorite things there always had to be a noise, a sound, a something. but then i met You. a...

I pick up my script and begin to read what is new, never opened, a clean slate. Like all I have is paint, my brush and time. Six weeks to...

Red, yellow, blue. Red, yellow, blue. I repeat, over and over red, yellow, blue. But I can’t repeat that out loud. Mocking me, the people...

A shoebox of a dark, blue bedroom. The outside world becomes nothing more than a black skybox. Leaning over in my hovel, I meticulously...

A hungry feisty fish looking at its dinner unaware of what is lurking beneath. A huge gulp pulls the fish swiftly through the calm...

The scent of a candle, burning ever so slowly. Smoke from a fire lit to keep two people warm. The upstate sunset shining and shimmering...

A Poem about a virtual reality video game containing a world where you get to play god. Loading… Loading… Until I abruptly blink into my...

No words spoken yet so much said, solitary suddenly comes to an end. When I hear this sound my worries cease and with his presence I find...

To all my childhood firsts —I’m sorry. To the tears, laughs, and words, I can’t remember any of you. To my first build, dash, and leap my...

Ivory’s thunking against each other. The distant dissonance of wrong notes played. The hefty breaths by the struggling musician. My ears...