Xanadu
 

His tormented screams vibrated off the walls cried, of anguish, of sorrow and a shattered soul. Each step weakening his already dead...

For Bob Dylan How are you friend? Are you alright? How will that change from now ‘til tonight? I’m feeling all right, but that’s not all...

Torn from his sleep, he awakens to the sounds Of hoarse shouts and whinnying horses. He groggily slips into his socks and shoes. More...

Driving through Huntington village the young people cover the sidewalks as they make their way to the bars. They talk loudly but not...

To escape from the cultural lies of The inferior female, Who should Cry her tears back into her eyes and Smile as his fingers dance on...

At four years old, I was told that I wasn't allowed to wear nail polish that wasn't pink. Red was too mature, blue was too radical,...

I drive. The road splits the desolate fields that surround me. The sun beams down on the car. I'm alone, with nothing in sight. I feel...

Driving North through the mountainous crag on a cold February afternoon. Snow falling from the sky hits the ground as graceful as an...