I live in writing. My feet set off ripples of words upon the blank page. Characters splash like fish below…
The Old Bracelet The bracelet sits On his wrist With cracked plastic So drastic. With its chain, It holds the…
White walls, office supplies in neat stacks. This room was the very epitome of what the Manager’s office should be.…
Singing in a Storm: My personal story about rising above the challenges of being a teen with a complex rare…
Photo Project Background: This was written for a school assignment where one was given a photo from the Great Depression.…
What Do I Write With? Do I write with a bloody dagger? I could write with the atoms of the…