Daisy Child

in the mountains, daisies wild laying down on grass green sun bright in your eyes earth moist on your thighs … More

Storm

It is dark outside. Ominous laughter greets my evening melancholy like an old friend. It has been some time, or … More

The insides were warm with familiarity of the most profane kind. Going outside never seemed right. Going outside never felt … More

“Careful!” she heard. “What!? No!” she seemed hurt. “Not all fabrics feel the same on your skin.“ Wide-eyed, the former, … More

Raw and intense it was, looking into the big eyes of this offspring of wilderness and sharing a tense … More