In a moment of stillness, while the world is asleep— no sound, no rush, no stress— I linger in my quiet thoughts as I ...

Here I am, staring into space;Taking in every second and minute.There’s that woody smell of books sitting gracefully on old shelves. From the corner ...

Tick-tock, it is manuscript timeMy zine is not in decline Line after lineMy quill slowly winds From the aromatic pinesTo the soothing brine A ...

The world spins around the sun, lost in its continuous dance. Angels and demons continue, their battles never-ending in every reality. Each orb of ...

It’s the simple things, like the scent of a crayon, that take me back to what I used to know– the mourning dove’s echoing ...

The wailing sound of life’s first cry;The synchronized rhythm of a first heartbeat;The soothing touch of innocence against my skin;Births a new purpose for ...

Oh, my waning moon.Where are you?I cannot hear you.My eyes are open,I cannot see you Oh, my waning moon.Where have you gone?I cannot find ...

There’s something revitalizing about the spring breeze taking me in—the flowers bloom with the green leaves, blending to release the fresh scent that puts ...

Oh, woe to me. I rue the day I ever met you. An innocent, petite angel, I believed you to be. A victim of ...

Perched, a peaceful pigeon among the hungry crows I was their round table guest, inside a turbulent sky It was a pretentious gathering of friends and ...