May 19, 2016

The world as we know it is devoid of innocence.
What once was a normality is now a

May 10, 2015

She picks up the leather-bound book
Her fingers tracing the raised letters on the

2016

Dragging myself into the room.
disheveled.
neglected.
untouched.

Put on my dad’s

2016

I close my eyes

I open them on an old street
The oak trees bending over the road
I

Drowning
Sierra - 2016

Plunging.
Shattering the glass that is the surface of the water
Rock

The Typewriter
2014

The only sound I hear is the sharp clicking of the keys
My cold fingers