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,...

Realistic fiction makes life feel more sensual In the most basic sense of the word. It is a peek into the most private parts of someone...

The hot humid air has breathed in your face for too long. Come and have a Kentucky fall with me. You can hold my hand for a walk in the...

The floating moment of quiet when you drive under an overpass in the rain; A small, fleeting feeling of safety, not being ambushed. The...

Do you remember when you were a kid? I remember swinging at the park, And thinking if I could swing high enough, I would shoot into the...

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...