Sunset The red sky said Not yet TwilightThe bright moon winksStage right Nightfall The stars espiedMasked ball

A freeform poem about my experience with depression.

Oh, my dear Judasyou once meanteverything. We played, laughedand fought demonstogether. We wanted to liveand take on thecruel world. But your family hatedme hanging ...

“We will go to our own Nathan Oswalin for our next story. He had the chance to interview a world-renowned graffiti artist,” Janet said ...

as the end of the year approaches,we gather with loved ones far and neargiving thanks for things that have come beforeand offering hope for ...

I am a Christian. After years of life in a sheltered church environment, I dove out into the world to find people in different ...

After everyone had blinked a couple times, Rilke imagined a mountain stream, fixated on the way the cold water splashed through the fine, sparkly ...

How do I explain the bubbles rising withinHow do I identify the tingling in my feetHow do I count the reasons my lips keep ...

I’ve long been disappointed with the lack of diverse characters in popular fiction today. My current work in progress is an attempt to shrink ...

November was sunny, yet chilly. The unmistakable scent of Thanksgiving wafted through Aunt Vickie’s home. As soon as one walked through the door, the ...