You don’t have to go vaulting off a cliff, wincing at the crunch of every bone to come back down to earth. Sometimes breaking yourself...

Runaway Bird A heart like a runaway bird flapping frantically, wings that can’t escape this town fast enough. A plumage hued like...

I am trying out this challenge for April that's circulating on Tumblr - a month of prompts inspired by the poetry of the amazing Maya...

It is the shade in which lovers see. A filter of that specific hue from their first summer sunset together lingers in their eyes; through...

Sometimes I'm living my life in a rearview mirror. There are so many moments here and now I should be living for. Soaking in. Because...