My clock is ancient. The gold swirls capture the wooden frame. Rotted with holes, rusted gold. Tall, it leans as if waiting to fall. My clock. My clock energetic, The hands lively. Smudge,...

As the sun hides behind the horizon lines, the waves cave over. My heartbeat beats slower. The waves start to become me.   My sun soaked skin is laying along the board, A timeless...

Although I prefer the pen to the sword A pen is for open eyes I am a warrior, disgusted with his craft Even so, on I must war Try as I reason, meaningful words fall flat Words are for open ears And...

You You stand outside your tall, Victorian-style house, peering at the foggy windows with much curiosity. You shouldn't have to be curious, for this was your place of residence. You have inhabited all...

Every eye was on her, watching as she held her arms to the sky in offering and devotion. Their gazes were seeking, pressuring, begging her to break the slow, circular formation. She knew better than to...