Weighing three grams, you can imagine how it can disappear if you let it. Turning corners with you in the darkness, light as a feather you could d...

Copyright © 2009 Sonya Apollo Reed Littlejohn Like a hand blown ornament hanging in a stained glass window Your light is promise that fills me...

?What do you think Said the tofu to the side dish of creamed corn. ?Wouldn't it be weird if we were chickening again ?If we were actually th...

Packed full of bodies, the place seems to surge - tides flowing in and out, the current carrying the slew of people from one dark corner into the c...

Movies are meant to be watched in the dark because the time is now where my finger-fish swim with yours swim around your waist; we’re tighter...

It’s been a long time since I really hated someone’s guts. I think the acceptable era of feeling this emotion is limited between the beginning...

“i don’t like this place,” she said while stabbing the innocent ice cubes in her long island. ”fucking lame and depressing.” i nodde...

In the morning of magicians, the turning of a radio friendly unit shifter cut-out transmissions from a lonely room - my little room, a room a thous...

marie dropped the children off at school, rolling down her window to wave goodbye as they ran into the building. mrs. helman called “yoo-hoo!”...

"And pour forth the greens, a song for hereabouts..." - Sue Wheeler, "Wintergreen" It's foggy. The air is thick with the thoughts of God. Brig...