I still remember what it was like. And as I've grown older, I still wonder about the paths that I could have taken, and each separate...

We lose so many thing in our time on this earth. Our lives Our loves Ourselves. And while there may be several 6 to 10 people who ca...

Hello? Mom? Dad? Anyone? Are you out there? Is anyone listening? I just wanted to say, "Hi," but sometimes saying hello i...

It's a Thursday afternoon and, echoing off the tall skyscrapers, you can hear Danielle's heels click against the pavement. It's ...

To those with lost dogs: Give up it's not coming home. To Mom's with lost little girls: Give up it's not coming home. There...

It's been a year since I've last sat down at the dinner table in my front parlor. It's been a year since I've given my mom ...

I've been perpetually on hiatus from my life, and these blog doo-wangies seem to be just interjections in my own un-still thoughts. But ...

"It's always Red outside." "Sarah, that's called blue, not Red." "It's always Red Outside ." ...

"Sarah, I've always wondered why you are hiding." "I'm not hiding." "Of course you are." "I...

Ornaments hung rom the voluptuous tree in the drawing room of the studio apartment on 93rd and Park. They who fell on Hecate's brambl...

Maybe it was the smell of the cigarette. Maybe it was the sound if the owl hooting. Or perhaps I've just swam in the sewer for to long. ...

Tick Tock Tick Tock Goes the clock Of our hearts To our death Every second To our death Bleed a little Be afraid Bleed a little Do...

"I am at a loss for words, because time flows faster for me now." "And how does that make you feel?" Shut he hell u...

Dispend what is suspended: Everyday I can see you walking on thin air. Weigh what is weighted: I can see the brambl...