Xanadu
 

I had spent years building a foundation. Bricks, and wood, and stone, and mud. Random objects that I had collected over many years,...

The small sudan, parked on the side of the parkway. Empty and abandoned— slightly damaged with dents and tree branch scratches....

she dresses like no one should care but everybody will and she speaks like she’s in charge. she laughs and cries in private because she...

Her lock, surrounded by barbed wire. Protected, like a barricade. She knew there was only one key. She knew. One key that could survive...

A strand of hair Connected to you like a root in soil. Growing long and strong as the years go on. Being moved, put up, let down and...

It was a peculiar place to leave a single yellow rose. On a stone bridge, built over a small valley, in the middle of a hiking trail. The...

I admire you on thick summer nights, sprawled out on wet grass, happy belly upwards, facing you. Through tired eyes, I see you framed up...

She stands alone in the street staring at the wooden post, staked into the ground as its hanging sign sways back and forth in the wind,...

Why is it a human thing to love and cherish and lose and suffer? Why do you keep the company of precious people if you know the hole they...

You never said thank you. Like a keychain to your backpack, I completely completed you. The perfect accessory— appreciated by many but...