The Grave
And so she walked, walked among the faded flowers strewn across the graves forgotten by loved ones. Granite pitted and Continue reading
And so she walked, walked among the faded flowers strewn across the graves forgotten by loved ones. Granite pitted and Continue reading
There is a beauty in my failures that I can not see as I am to lay in this bed Continue reading
Draft 2 once a stranger-books Izzy loved books. She spent hours running her fingers over the spines of the long Continue reading
There is a reason why the ricochet of gunfire will no longer wake me and the sound of the siren Continue reading
I fly on the winds of change Not soaring as an eagle Nor with silent wisdom of the owl But Continue reading
There are three origins of Lovers. The Lovers of the heart that in whimsy release the gossamer wings of a Continue reading
Small Deaths. There are quiet moments of reading aloud in my head that drown out the shallow waters of words Continue reading
The Car part 2 The gray tarp seemed more like a funeral mask than a car cover. I lifted the Continue reading