Xanadu
 

How can you not fear something that’s ahead? Twenty years from now, what will you know? Will you be successful or begging for dough. A...

She trailed alone, treading the stone-filled path decorated with soft green moss, to the soundless abandoned building. The creaking of...

Cross her and she’ll strike. A cobra, spitting the hot venom of harsh words destined to poison the mind. Fatal to the self worth of a...

The plate of vinyl spins as the needle lines the individual grooves, allowing the PVC to sing. Creating scenes, images, environments....

A storage room in the sky where the star of the Spring Parade now collects dust, my childhood friend your tomb is blooming and you’re...

- some days she forgets me but i don’t mind. it gives me a chance to just observe. i can take in her slept in bed and clothes all...

Pastel water colors dripping down the page. Brushes of all thickness dancing swiftly across the canvas. The slow and silent strokes of...

The driveway sits and observes the passersby— people pulling in and leaving. The driveway bears the burden of wearing the weight of...

Dull days begin early. Usually with a cup of coffee. It's been a long journey. Days consist of sitting on a rundown sofa. Hours knitting...

I often wish I was a kite. One high up in the sky, that sways freely in the cool wind with a red velvet ribbon dangling down the side....