Xanadu
 

A door is still a door. Even when it's open, it beckons with promise of comfort And privacy. Yet it harbors secrets untold. The secrets...

Words are still Words, whether you say I’m Happy To Be Here, or reassure a crying friend with It’s Okay. When the retail worker tells you...

Trying to find scholarships, in the financial apocalypse, for a building with good bricks. Am I going to create companionships? Is...

Time blissed. As we all felt the apocalypse. It's the end of the world. The coverage of the earth whorled—all around me. Tomorrow is the...

A world of problems weighs on my mind. It may not be a large world, but it is more than enough for me. I pace the Earth, seeking a...

You sear my eyes with your fiery filament. A tear may form, but you’ll burn that too. So easy to shut off, but your switch— just out of...

Only for you, I will be the floor you stride along, unmoving and concrete, steadying you on your feet, so you can see the world with my...

Awkward shuffles and shaky hands, wordless jumbles and darting eyes. This single instance, may determine my damnation. A friend or foe,...

Little chickadee— flittering about darkened clouds. Her firelit eyes scour scorched leaves and broken boughs— Their ardent flame looking...

The most noticeable thing heard is opening doors. Occasionally the small mumbling of a Pleading child. Rarely the tears of a Mother...