As an early twenty-something, I struggle daily to balance enjoying my youth and comprehending responsibility. Inevitably we all mourn the loss of our..
Thrice scalded, twice burned, once regretovertook the simple pleasure we pursued.And so it all self-complicates: its own threatuntil the familiar cyni..
a creeping sentimentality arises nowfor the golden times i lived, before;amid the late night scrambles and the compromisesthat pulled my shutters clos..
children of light,two birds of many featherswe fly togetherperpetually caught swinging pendulum-time between the points.between passion and practicali..
The shoes I am wearing today, wecarry years together.Worn through inspirationand elation.Heartbreak; death.Recovery and recuperation.One season I fash..
Sunlight blankets the verdant fields in the late afternoon,Madamegently sheltered by her mother's green parasol,inherited on the occasion of moving to..