Prose & Poetry

The Giant was aching with an unquenchable thirst,After many long days of the wretched, drought curse.So, […]

“But what was happiness but an extravagance, an impossible state to maintain, partly because it was

If only I could stop the marching hoursfrom severing our yoke,this dream would be circularand filled

There is something magicalabout light, you said, as you observedhundreds of rainbow-colored lightsrefract from your diamond

I hide in plain sight and make life harder for her because I love her.  I

You are flipping through an old notebook, searching for an answer you once had. You are

Dr. Thackery, You are right. Honesty, truly, is the best policy. I’ve thought about it a

I was late to my father’s death. I could have gone to the hospital directly from

At the time I considered it the best fifty dollars I had ever spent, now it