I inherited a green thumb from my mother and her mother, long lost in time my earth-stained hands nurture life embedding pieces of my…
The Cookie Drama| 55 Fiction
Tears were forming in my sleep-deprived eyes as I held the last double layered cream cookie. My child was throwing a tantrum at the…
Chosen | Haibun
Amidst the mad rush of shadows rising inside my head, I have forgotten the moon. And how it hung beneath the Orion. Like most…
Diabolical | Haibun #WordsMatter
What’s a sunset without drama! A clamor of memories amidst burning hues, a whiff of honeysuckle blooms and a walk down the scandalous path.The…
5 centimeters per second | Haibun
5 centimeters per second – the rate at which I fell in love on the first day of Spring. Slowly. Irrevocably. I found you…
I once met a broken sunset
I wish I could dedicate more time writing poetry and prose. I truly love how words can be weaved together to express emotions –…