I clawed at the earth, the hole too small and miserable to be a child’s grave, too dry and cracked that it bent the rusted spade and my...

Something about the Mor Manor seemed off. The usually welcoming walls felt different, more imposing somehow. The lush greenery...

We are something great Greater than the universe With stardust in our veins And black holes in our eyes Drinking in the view How do you...

Horror of cruel war, Soldiers close the door. Boys no longer in school, Now used as a war tool. Hiding in a muddy trench, Inhaling a...

I struggle to write, struggle to sing, stressing over the little little things. I’m walking and waltzing and spinning while thinking,...