Lying on a trampoline, So wonderfully far from home. Our only lights: The moon, Big Bear and camera flashes, Preserving our last few...

The time is nigh When raindrops spring From shattered skies To bathe the world...

My birth was not a topic for celebration. My father had beaten my mother to a point where her labor was forced. He threw her down the...

As the flowers begin to bloom in spring, There is a silver lining that lifts the winter's gloom...

In tempestuous roars, the heavens weep, Drenching the earth in torrents deep. But as storms churn and winds persist, There lies a tale...