Night breathes slowly here

sighs as it wraps around

the marble stones

rounded edges softened

by so much time.

The wind is patient as

it rustles through the ivy

that climbs the iron gates

and brushes the names

etched deep, each letter

a song once sung

but now silent.

An owl calls out

from an oak

curious lullaby, its

echoes wrapping

around the branches

where shadows fall asleep.

You touc...

“Hey, bro.”

“Hey”

“You guys wanna come to the beach with me?”

“Sure man”

“Heck yeah”

“You know it”

*at the beach*

“Looks pretty busy my guy”

“C’mon then”

“Wait a sec”

“Wait now dude?”

“They’re naked bro”

“Where are your binoculars I need to see them”

“Here you go bro”

“Thanks”

“I didn’t know it was a nude beach”

“Hot diggitty damn”

“What?”

“These girls are hot as heck”

“Girls? I...

The old man’s heart stoped beating

All alone he died in bed

For not a soul cared he was dead

With all the sins he was condemned

The Angel picked his soul up

And lifted him from all that’s painful

Before he would reach his fate

He whispered, “dance with me Angel.”

The man was not a pure human

He was a sinner in his soul

And the Angel knew all that

The Angel saw the broken man as a whole

But t...

It's warm, bordering on almost too warm. But, you know fall is encroaching, and that makes the sun all the more welcome on your skin. You can move to the shade of any number of large trees if you choose.

The view is expansive, mountains in the distance beckon to be explored, when you are ready. The small lake across from you reflects the blue sky. There are other people around, but they are only ...

So today I had an English Language Paper 1, Question 5 to do. And the thing for the story was ‘something turns out unexpectedly’.

So naturally I wrote about mermaids. Because why not?

There’s a good reason I don’t do description questions, because I’m not that brilliant at them. Still, I used the title in mine to basically describe this underwater trench where the former king’s body was dumped, ...

The community pool is my favorite place to hang out, especially if I’m the only one swimming laps.

Morning usually is a good time for me. I just do the backstroke for maybe a half hour, letting the motion of my arms create a zen.

I like how the sunshine warms the pool and quiet surroundings because most people have gone to work. This environment clears my mind of confusion and worry, and I am abl...

She looked around the small prison cell that had become her home. Below her, the cement floors were beginning to reveal small cracks in their foundation. On the walls of the small space that had been assigned to her, she had decided to take a cue from Anne Frank, during her days in captivity, and as decor, she hung posters of her favorite actresses on the wall.

As she sat on her bed, looking ...

The ground is cool beneath my feet

With the heat of the day rising into the air.

Glancing at the setting sun, my eyes linger up towards the dark clouds;

Noticing that each one has metamorphosed into the day’s struggles.

But this darkness is a part of my life that I can accept,

Even if it’s out of my control.

The colors beneath the clouds cascade through the sky;

The beauty of which is captured in ...

There is a place. It is a place in my dreams.

The place is just down the road, probably off the corner of Walnut and 14 mile. It's always off a corner, never adjacent. The place is in the woods, or rather, it is the woods. It’s close but it “contains multitudes” (to quote Whitman, or better yet, Bobby D). I have entered it off Walnut and emerged near Bent-tree, Bennett Park, and even upstate Washi...

Walking barefoot with my sleeping baby wrapped to my chest, I hunt for flowers and leaves with my four year old son, Jayce. It’s late morning and the sky is crystal clear and welcoming as if to greet us on this beautiful new day. Honeysuckle flowers fill the air with their sweet, earthy scent-one of my favorites at this time of year. As I listen to the birds serenading each other in the tree tops,...