Xanadu
 

Instead of looking up- they look down at color of ankles, skin and stubbly hair, temptation yet hate drive to rub skin of ankle, until...

“To Salvage by Kay Ryan” Encompassed by the cage of encyclopedias sweat stains soaking each crevice as he struggles to connect the clues....

Four legs; a tail; brown hair Eyes that warm your heart A slight tilt of the head; ears perched up. Long body; curvy spine; sitting...

The piercing golden fringe rises above the gently rolling hills. Ruby red sun-kissed cheeks, soles stained with rich muddy soil. Blisters...

Still little enough not to care about the difference With a tie so blue but an attitude so yellow Small soft hands squeezing a rose with...

A student's face absorbing the glow of a phone; A flower's dependence on the sun for life.

Placed over you, When you fall asleep on the couch, Pink and fuzzy. Wrapped around you, When the sun goes down, And the wind picks up....

I played a game. A lying game. A game where I lived in the dark. And you lived in the light. We both pretended we knew what was real and...

Long, messy strands stuck together. Thick, tangled, twisted pieces everywhere. Coarse to the touch, Stripped of true color, replaced with...

My thoughts are a yellow Ticonderoga pencil I lift up my pencil And I put it in my hand Words start to appear on my paper But I don't...