Xanadu
 

Heavy head, rests near. The tired bed holds much weight. Sad mornings always. Newton’s first law of motion states things in motion stay...

Awkward shuffles and shaky hands, wordless jumbles and darting eyes. This single instance, may determine my damnation. A friend or foe,...

Little chickadee— flittering about darkened clouds. Her firelit eyes scour scorched leaves and broken boughs— Their ardent flame looking...

The most noticeable thing heard is opening doors. Occasionally the small mumbling of a Pleading child. Rarely the tears of a Mother...

Looking in the clear reflection, I have an image in my mind. A slim nose, with thin eyebrows, as if I was a reflection of Bella Hadid or...

How is it that I feel connected to a place that I’ve never been, or seen, with my own eyes? A place where I could only look at the lines...