The Toxic Cloud Edgar looked over the edge of his black rimmed glasses over the rolling hills and shivered as … Continue reading The Toxic Cloud

The Girl in the Painting  I’ve had night terrors for as long as I can remember. Ever since I could … Continue reading The Girl in The Painting

Endlings For better or for worse. For wretched, painful, writhing, worse, tomorrow is a new day. And even if everything … Continue reading Endlings

I sit beneath the tree that grows from my body  Hugging me to the earth  Planting my feet to the … Continue reading Thoughts Under My Tree 

What does the moon know?   Cycles of light, wax, and wane.   The moon whispers the secrets she finds.   She shifts … Continue reading A Celestial Question