Two figures stand shoulder-to-shoulder. At the edge of their toes a thick, even red line presses into the dirt reaching for horizons left...

i asked for an apology or at least you acknowledge what you put me through but to you, i was asking for the world when it’s really such a...

I was born into the desert. Arriving too early, but still so large; a burden against my Mother’s small body. I demanded to come into the...

Wishful Thinking All of time occurs at once, the misperception of linear cause-and-effect,  here-to-there me-to-you the past is present...