Xanadu
 

Marvelous array Of colors and shapes flourish. One eye is intrigued. People often announce that the best things come in threes. In some...

Keeping a fast pace Watching the leaves trickle down. The mile is nature. Running is a sanctuary. An escape from reality. Any issue, any...

Your threads my memoir, providing comfort and warmth through all the seasons. The Sweatshirt. A bulky, thick, comforting piece of...

My most favorite color, You asked me, then dyed your hair That gorgeous purple. It’s been years and I remember how many. Four. Four years...

Fibers like sponge. Memories imprint softly. Washed, they remain. I grab you from the rack, ask my dad for his opinion. I throw you on,...

For almost everything in my life, I have used the kitchen door. From exits to entrances, greetings to farewells, slammings to sneakings,...

It was a cold winter night when I was heading home. It just snowed. I don’t like when it snows since I’m a tiny girl. People used to make...

The sweat seeps into my eyes. The safety belts force me to sink into the seat. The wheel feels weighted In reality it’s only two pounds....

The magician finished braiding his long, black hair; equipped his black top hat; and grabbed his deck. He opened it and shuffled the...

I stand in an endless stream. A sparkling, beautiful stream. Even though there is so much pollution and muck, I can’t help but call it...