You did not fly with me over the humoring clouds that grew into a shelter of pain. “Better to be together.” the whipped tree rests along...

I bought a pot. It wasn’t huge, but enough to cook instant noodles in my dorm, so they no longer had to be wiggly, crunchy, oily puffed,...

We cannot lie to angels when it snows.   The ground turns black and white.   She sees ink strokes, left- over paint drowning the canvas...