Crisp white flakes pour down They paint earth’s brown canvas bright They bring forth new life

Every day is a mix of the good, bad, and the ugly. What if a stranger walks in on an ugly moment? A small ...

We skate on icy rainbowsthat shimmer between puffy cloudssliding along the blades of golden rayscareful of the jagged shards. Puffs of foggy shouts crystallizeas ...

Previously, I had stated, “And thus ended the year 1991 Anno Domini.” Not entirely, though! The year 1991 is also the year Millie leaves ...

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 ...