The wolf who cries,

Is a wolf who thrives.

Small, but hungry.

Calculated, yet naive.

Warm to the touch,

But cold to the bone.

He who cries

Has you wrapped around their finger.

Like a snake coils the very ground below her soul.

The wolf who cries,

Is a wolf who climbs

And never comes back down....

Norah had ten minutes to kill between Ethics 101 and lunch with an old colleague from the Lory Student Center, Coffee and Brew.

“Jarvey Treasures” read the beaten wood store sign. Norah always had a knack for antiques. Something about reclaiming people’s past to use for your own future seemed positively intriguing.

“Just looking.” Norah softly spoke with a minor smile as she slowly waved her h...

It used to be much easier to forgive than to forget.

But just like winter follows fall,

And kills off all pigmentation, yet still turns it to a blanket for earth to rest,

This too shall pass.

Just like California skies invade the west with ash, yet, my, what a forgiving sunset she makes. One you will never forget.

But this too shall pass.

And just like the silky baby toe that shoots to...

“Hello, who is this?” She responds as she scurries through the New York hustle and bustle, Park Ave Subway Exit.

“Ding. Ding. Ping.”

“My gosh, will my phone leave me the fuck alone.” Frantically, she swipes up and presses the moon symbol, “Do not disturb.”

Weaving in and out of the clueless crowd, she nudges her way to the entrance of the New York City Radio Head for her book talk debut. No...