My little car winds along an open road that cuts through a mountain range with the curvy playfulness of a river. Cotton candy skies have...

Periwinkle and golden orange. Crisp as a golden delicious. Smells like new notebooks, Fresh markers, postered hallways. Gleams like...

The other night I drank a mule with you In the warm glow of a lonely wooden bar On a funny triangular corner Down my street, Strung with...

This just published in Bella Grace magazine! The wet sand spits beneath my feet, as I walk along the shoreline of a sunset beach. Warm...

The snow day. A sabbath day For a busy world That no longer rests on the weekends. The Lord covers the earth In a heavy white blanket...

The cold is more than my legs, sheathed only in tights beneath my dress, can bear. I feel my nose and cheeks get rosier with the kiss of...

The cold wind whips on my face, As I peek out the back window of the train, Into the depths of a never-ending winter. I smell the icy air...

Sometimes you can’t ignore it. Sometimes it is just there. Rain patters on the windows, As if to say “let me in From the darkness...

My boots clunk down a long empty city street – Asphalt discolored and weathered with age. My clothes rustle softly against each other,...

I wake up to the first pale blue light of the sunrise peeping through the window. The smell of lavender and cedar delights my first...