Train of Thought

I could hear the whistle,drawn and drowning out the tweets,the cars and rustling of leaves. In winter you’re the loudest,The … More

Werifesteria

Leaves crunch delicately under my foam sandals.The foam rises slowly as dough as I release my feet. While escaping their … More

And I felt things I haven’t in a long time And I cried out to God and the sun and … More

Snowflakes pour from a white, crestfallen sky. Sly as could be, the sun smirks just behind the clouds. Cabin fever … More

Read your book, turn the pages and laugh to yourself. You and your characters, changing with the slumbering summer, dreaming … More

PIn the valley, I’m underneath the crystal sky. Wispy clouds meander above, as mountain tips reach their highest height. Feeling … More

The keys on the grand piano play. The music flows fluidly and intensifies boundlessly, bouncing off of wide walls into … More

Tomorrow can sometimes be a worrisome word, provoking insidious whirlwinds of anxious thoughts and a certain uncertainty with them. The … More

It’s 6:30 A.M. The wind is blowing deceivingly beatific ice crystals around the parking lot. The chill hits my bones … More

Twilight dawns. It’s the beginning of Summer’s end. The backs of houses are silhouetted in shadow. There’s a squeaking of … More

The wind blew through me, underneath this naked tree. High on the peak, it takes me back to a time … More

Searching for an unheard of place, people with meaning. I want so change, but still cling to what is familiar. … More

They sat for hours in mosquito, ridden grass, her front lawn. They sang songs about love, songs about truth, … More

Smoke rose from the towering building, statuesque and concealed partly by clouds. The fountains steam and spout water as we … More

I was full of boundless energy, that hyper little five year old. When we grew bored with wandering parking lots … More

Just the other day, I stepped into the shop near home. I viewed a familiar library through the glass. I … More

“There is pleasure in the pathless woods.”- Lord Byron It was a dismal, soggy Sunday. The weekend left us … More

I’m begging life to allow me to explore again, like when we were small. We’d dash swiftly through the long, … More

It never mattered. I’m still here . I stayed despite your will for me to fall. I stood tall. I … More

We look towards the towering buildings. The lights continue to dance. Each formation takes a different shape. Some are ballet … More