The sun loaded the gun the moon pulled the trigger. the roads I chose to walk on had demons beneath … More

Writing became a window into my calling An escape from our infamous, unaccepting society Time began to run slower and … More

Crimson It saunters through the earth. Like that of a beating heart. Like blood splattered on battlefield, Like burnt pecan … More

Fog rolls up and obscures the very vision of yours. It surrounds , encompasses and encircles to the point that … More

It wasn’t a busting town or avalanche I stepped into but a quiet ,honey dipped surrounding I was welcomed by. … More