The cycle of life is a pretty simple thing.We get born,live and then die.How it's like this,I wonder why. We get born,whether animals or humans.And eventually time passes by.People cry to mourn us when we die. I wonder,is there more to...

A canary flewthrough the broken windowand perched on the edge of my desk.It tilted its head, yellow featherscatching the dim glow of the splintered dawn.Black beak madness.“Who are you?” it asked,voice sharp as a fillet knife.I shrugged.“I’m a base...

what's happened to what used to be? who put up fences between you and me? when did it all fall apart? what put such hate in so many hearts? can we back it up and stop the storm? before it does any more harm...   we...

sky tracers lighten your face and I see a glimmera glamor highlights your glowa warlock to my witchinesscasting for our future you spell on the airthe heavens heave, then breathe deeplyit is heavy our unionspin upon dark, our two...