A mosaic of everyone I have loved and lost, that is what I am. A puzzle set who’s pieces are molded and colored with an authenticity that is wholly my own. No one piece is the same, nor are they made from the same clay. Yet every piece fits perfectly together in harmony. One puzzle piece, a once rich and vital part of the puzzle, now fits rigidly in with cracks threatening to crumble. For years th...

His feet heavily thump with every trudged step on the concrete street below. Around him, the air is heavy with sweetened hot wine and the chorus of multiple conversations intertwine with joyful music playing from hidden speakers amongst the decoration. The crowd is dense, and with every step he takes, he must wait an extra few seconds before the drunken group before him shifts. Congested markets a...

Blue jazz drifts from the scratching of a cheap record player nestled in the corner of a cool apartment on a winter’s morning. A woman stands with her hip resting against the tiled counter. Blearily watching 2 cracked eggs, cradled around sizzling tomatos and garlic, cook until the transparent whites firm. Resting next to her is a brown paper bag, a bag who’s logo reflects the old bakery outside. ...