I am the Falling Leaf

I am ground-bound and browned as I lay on the air as I am guided to soil. My colors are my ways. My colors are my days with you. Shades of brown hold the dimensions of my culture. The yellows are the flowers, sunlight, and softness in your face when you press against my weatheredContinue reading “I am the Falling Leaf”

The Shadows in the Forest

We were just kids. Tom really loved to throw pennies into the swamp. We all did. The Boys of Center Street, that’s what they called us. And we loved it! We were a gaggle of losers, and we were unstoppable. “I dare you to…” was the weakness we all shared. It was freshman year ofContinue reading “The Shadows in the Forest”

Does the Willow Truly Weep?

The powerful whooshing sounds of feathers were steady as the majestic mated swan couple landed on the still lake. The breeze was light and cool on this early autumn morning. The pumpkin vine was near its harvest as it tangled and wove along the open field of long grass surrounding the lake. The wise andContinue reading “Does the Willow Truly Weep?”

When a Girl Finds Her Power

The tapping of rain on the windows of the library, coupled with the soft sounds of pages turning were soothing to Rebecca as she studied for her finals. She wore an orange cardigan over an ivory white silk blouse that she paired with black jeans with rips in the knees. Her glasses were large andContinue reading “When a Girl Finds Her Power”

The Medicine Boy

Crying on the steps of a Castilian Gothic-era gilded church could be heard for two miles in every direction. Yet, no one bothered to soothe the terrified orphaned boys. An Ecuadorian policeman happened upon this sight and recognized the regular visitors. He picked up the screaming children, whose clothes were tattered, and soiled. Quito inContinue reading “The Medicine Boy”

The Sultan Who Loved a Genie

The air was damp, and the sand was as hot as one needs to cook lamb. Dragons as common as thieves took to the sky as they hunted camel and cattle. The summer desert sand swooped and lumped like the curves of a woman. To oversee this land of opulent superfluity there lived a sultan.Continue reading “The Sultan Who Loved a Genie”

Fighting for Love

As I prepare for battle, I can only think of him. He is my reason. He is my end. He is the air that I breathe. In my slumber I dream of a world where we can only know sweet acceptance, and where our love can escape from the shadows. Still, fight I must. ShouldContinue reading “Fighting for Love”

The Boy Who Captured the Muse

It was a brisk September early evening. The sun grew tired as mist played along the blades of grass. Smells of burning wood and grilling flirted amongst the breeze. Dinner in his belly, a young boy grew eager. No, not for dessert, but for the chance that his father might take him out to catchContinue reading “The Boy Who Captured the Muse”