The winding road

She turned to us, her brown hands covered in chalk, and she said "You have to use this class to write about something happy." The...

We are far apart. Atleast in my mind, we are.  If we were kids, I'd picture us standing on terraces miles away from each other, looki...

"I am alone." "Everyone feels they're alone at some point. And maybe they are. Is that so bad?" He wipes his...

I feel like the wind is trapped inside me - she said. She was standing in the middle of my room, wearing an oversized work shirt and socks. ...

She's lying face down on the bed. I can almost see tremors running up and down her back. Her skin looks washed out. Someone forgot to m...

At the edge of a field, we are sitting cross legged in the grass. Our backs are hunched and our faces are caked with a day's worth of ...

The moon is beautiful tonight. It's wrapped up in its enigma, a halo and a yellow-and-white overcoat. When I walk home I look up at ...