I lay in my bed, I stare at the ceiling I blast my music, I can’t help this feeling   I look out the window, I look at the streetlight I turn it up louder, I only feel blight   I...

The sky was green from noon to dawn.  Waking up with a willowy yawn, the little ones started   They departed like frisky strings,  Bellying and yelling their late-night dreams.    Their...

There are two things to remember about for this story: it’s about an ill-fated boy and the bird. The boy had dangerous silver eyes, hair like a raven’s feathers and dark clothes which were strange,...

However, do little bits of syrup and sticks flitter homeward nest after mom has left? If no, why do little birds with creaky joints stretch out maws to release saccharine caws? Those...

I observe dawn break into a vivid sky of the deepest watercolor blues you can imagine, To think that I am gazing at wonders of Earth, And asking how it happened. I admire the perching birds singing...