Xanadu
 

My mother still wears the perfume she wore to church 6 years ago. It smells of the cheap pearls draped loosely around her neck

As I get to know you, your habits and interests, I can’t help but long to necklace you.

She yelps out constantly, begging for my attention. I try to ignore her as often as possible,

We were a vase of faltering flax flowers, faded navy petals begging for life.

Two sunflowers On a sunny summer day In a field amongst others like them. Blue skies, green hills.

My pencil holds on to my paper tattooing it with chemical bonds. Hydrogen and carbon, both forming realistic relationships with each...

I am not black, but I'm aware of what you're going through. I am not black, but I see the injustice that you face. I am not black, but I...

In the back of the house, shoes littered the floor and clothes mixed together in a laundered heap. A constant voice ringing out would...

Walking down Main Street I am greeted by many magical mysteries. I smell the sweet shop making carefully caramelized apples and can hear...

When I was a kid my friends and I made a mountain of empty Mountain Dew bottles. We appropriately dubbed it the “dew pile,” it was...