Why in the mornings does breathing feel so new? The time in the morning before the first drop of dew. Brisk is the air and full of...

The snow falls silently, thoughtlessly Covering everything with a soft, White quilt of silence. The tears of my heart also fall this way...

Spinning around on the merry-go-round Calliope horses that move up and down Pipe organ music that whistles and squeaks And the sound of...

So many dreams, that scream, it seems, Of life to be better, hopes that fly higher... I'm told there's a hand, all is done by command....

We would watch the clouds in the swaying green grass, take me back to those days where life was not crass. Where we sat in the fields,...

My flat white sneakers brush across the pavement the crunch of leaves beneath their souls. I feel the wind between my fingers whispering...