Xanadu
 

The lady in the light colored scrubs always says, “Omg Celeste, blue like the sky!” But I hate it. I want to be Celeste, blue like...

euthanized dogs know something i don't. i, too, wish to be handled with delicacy in such overwhelming pain. surrounded by tears and words...

Again and again- It’s almost dizzying. Sunday afternoons,  A time of dread, a time of unease.  Sitting patiently up against the soft...

Her edges are curved. Tulips are the pattern of her dress. Her bottom curves out, while the top is narrow. She truly is a sight to see. ...

My soul is a paradox seeking happiness yet rejecting the good. Seeing the good but accepting the bad. Full of knowledge while being fully...

Reaching for a brush, I grab the small misshapen one. The handle  Slightly loose And the bristles out of line. Oil pigments  Taken from...

I never really liked the rain — I never had a reason to. It made my two-sizes-too-big t-shirt stick to my skin. It made my legs itchy and...

You are a curator of art, of love, and of loved things,  wandering down these asphalt aisles under the beating, unrelenting sun. With a...

It bleeds Slightly. The pigment Fills the cracks In the corner of my eyes. I put it on to divert From the cracks. I see my reflection. I...

The glistening, white precipitation falling from the sky,  Each flake more complex than the one lying under it.  Dancing around the yard...