My garden pond is filled with life and promises. It is an oasis where the kindness of soft and fluid beauty Extends a hand. I
Sometimes stardust is the enemy, Smothering us in unrealizable desires, Turning our imaginations into mere fantasy, Beckoning us toward realms that we need not enter.
The snow covered the ground Like a giant sleeping polar bear. So soft and welcoming Yet it could rip your toes, fingers or nose off
¿Has querido alguna vez aprender inglés y que nadie sepa que no eres Americano? ¡Ahora puedes! Lo primero es aprender inglés. Así que, sigue estos
She could feel it: a gaze locked onto her every move. No matter where Amelia roamed in her small home, it was always there. It
Raindrops clink as they bounce off the roof tiles. The peaceful rhythm tries to lull Evelyn to sleep. They attempt to shake off their drowsiness.
Mr. Rutherford had a vision, and that vision concerned the kind of life he was building. Mr. Rutherford was a quiet man, and his vision
In the waking dream Of some acid washed Memory, we saw The lovers We left waiting And all of the Phenomena that they
Poetry, my ragged mistress, naked with golden sap dripping from her fingers Offered reprieve from the bonesaw nights of self
I watch them every morning at the breakfast counter eating scrambled eggs with forks pointed prong-side-down, probing the yellowed fetal goop, scooping heaps of