At the beginning there's a rumbling a flutter of excitement as we run hand in hand toward some unknown destination where we ...

Inspired by Julie Otosuka's short story, which I read for the first time today and was tremendously moved. I was in fifth grade when...

I saw this hauntingly beautiful piece at the Portland Art Museum today and was absolutely struck by it; the hair, the ears, the neck, the ...

his face droops on the right though he doesn't know it he hasn't looked in the mirror for over a year of course, when he cocks ...

She hadn't realized when they first met that this glass slipper would shatter --- April PAD Day 23 - footwear

Unrooted flowers droop their sad heads when there is no sun to smile toward --- April PAD Day 17 - haiku

I used to burn hot kick off the covers at night as I lay next to you we would kiss and I'd nuzzle into that sweet space on your sh...

The last time I looked in the mirror I saw my father's face the double chin the puffy cheeks the bloated discontent But the eyes a...

there are these moments when time seems to slow as if we are outside of it somehow, breathing slowly, sitting outside and just enjo...

I looked to you to fill me up instead of doing it myself --- April PAD Day 1 - foolish