Orange

She runs beside a different shade of orange each morning. The sun rises to the beat of her feet shaking … More

I Want It All

The problem is not that I want it all, it’s that I want it all at the same time and … More

I have always imagined real writers in the dark. I envision them tucked away in a corner of their abode, … More

She burned fierce like a thousand suns. Then wondered why everyone cast her shade.

She rose on the East: glowing through the slits of clouds and shaping the world like a shattered Easter egg. … More