

The Burning
The burning. The burning. Something glass shattered. It woke her up sometimes. Trapped in that doorway again. Pinned to the floor again....


1830, Along the Cliff Edge
You did not fly with me over the humoring clouds that grew into a shelter of pain. “Better to be together.” the whipped tree rests along...


The Pride of Bayside
the sun went green under endless Texas skies never knowing I existed until it awoke inside me the switchgrass danced as I fed...