The trees breathed differently at night. The wind whistles through their branches, their trunks home to pecking owls. With the moon as director, the forest becomes something of an orchestra when the sun sets.

Marie Vaiyra knew this to be true more than anyone. Whenever she was not in school, doing her house chores, or sleeping, she could be found dancing where the river bends.

One night, Marie...

Love is difficult. Difficult things should be made is easier. So should love be simplified?

Instead of hesitant glances and contained compliments, we could open the box that contains our voices and spread them like an eagles.

If we ignore nuance, do we embrace change? Or neglect progression?

Breezes caress cheeks more often that finger tips do, but bodies touch bodies more often than not.

Love is...

Michael Plenisky didn't enjoy confrontation. His palms got sweaty and his ears began ringing so bad, he turned down his hearing aids. But then he could not hear the person confronting him so he would turn them back up.

"Michael, it's just... if you want your ideas to be heard. You've got to speak up." Melanie Vix said, voice so shrilly Michael decided to fuck it all and turn his aids back down aga...