Summery sweet with undertones of freshness, a plucked tiny flower counts down it's moments of beauty. Within hours of being disconnected from mother earth, the flora's fine petals will fade and drop.

All beauty regardless, is measured in moments. If what they say is true, this flower given with love will dry instead of rot. Perhaps this little blossom should find a home.  A lovely dry delight for a reader to discover within the pages of a loaned and treasured novel.

The lozenge clicks against my teeth. The menthol square slides across my tongue as the vapors permeates the roof of my mouth creating a rich saliva.

My medicated breath makes conversation with me more palatable. My palate however, is in the process of being coated by a film of white gak, which robs me of experiencing other…

Dragonflies, Squares and Swirls; we are made up of beauty and chaos trying to escape limiting boundaries.

In my youth I tried to fly beyond the square, away from the box of my upbringing that had me contained, conditioned and internally criticized. Determined to be nothing like my parents,I formed circles of friends that…

When will I grow my wings to fly; I wondered as my 4 year old small fingers traced the image of a fairy in my picture book.

A few years pass and I over hear girls in my class that are wearing brown uniforms say they are Fairy Brownies with patches on their uniforms to prove it.

“My sister this year…