I am not your propaganda
I am not your enemy
I am not your fear tactic
I am not your scapegoat
My life is not your joke
My life is not a lie
My life is not marketable
My...
A cold expanse
Far from home
A gold record
A solar dream
Sheets of metal
Radio waves
No contact from home
Through the void of space, I float
In search...
The girl ran in the ever-darkening hallways, a loud buzzer blared, signaling something she didn't want to see. The walls and lockers felt as if they were closing in around her. Her eyes frantically darted...
The landscape lay broken and cracked, concrete mixing with glass and steel. Monoliths to a time long gone, to a species war-torn and angered. A reminder of what nature had taken back. Grass and vines crawled...
From dawn to dusk
Daybreak to darkness
The panda inside grows
A fluffy tail and sharp claws
My footprint large
My heart ever-growing
Gayer than Elton John
A sucker for paws
A floor...
One day your words will flow right to the next
Your sentences will form stories
Your stories will make worlds
These worlds will make people, places and things
And readers will fall in love...
I have never been in a more calming and stress-free place. Between the balance of life and death and the freedom and naturalness of the wild horses, it is a place of trueness. It is a unique and genuine...
Like any ordinary evening, she looks in the mirror to view a face unrecognizable and strange. She picks up her toothbrush and sees hands that are not her own. The toothbrush buzzes, and she forces...
The wind swirled through the thick canopy above. A cool mist signaling the beginning of a storm fell on Grace’s cheeks as she toed along her 4-year-old son and 8-year-old daughter, followed...
We’ve all heard the metaphor
High school, a school of fish
Constantly swarming, changing, filled with life
Fish tied closely to their school
Reliant on the others for safety in numbers
If...
Behind walls that smell of bleach
a man preaches immortality,
pretty words on white paper,
a legacy of empty promises and unfulfilled dreams.
He tried to teach me to write a sonnet, once,
to...
Raindrops race down cafe windows like playful schoolchildren,
the street beyond fading to a watercolor of blues and greys,
headlights twinkling like stars through the watery veil.
The woman at the counter...
