The wind speaks to me as my hair dances free, rooting for me to flee toward what makes me glow. The subtle whispers blow, ...

I can tell you the color of the night.I can describe the mystery of the owl’s cry.I’ve counted the stars up to hundreds.I’ve felt ...

I’m leavingThrough that porthole in the cloudsAnd flying away from the maddening crowd I’m avoidingThose tiresome tyrants, Who cover up new blood stains,And drown ...

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 ...