Vera basked in the organized chaos of springtime. Plans and petals were scattered across her desk like wildflowers in a field, birds chirped from their nests above the door and window frames, downy feathers drifting in the air, and her office was nearly overrun by the bunnies that had finally been delivered earlier that morning.

Nine months of planning, one month of slowly clearing away Heims’s s...

I struggled to make the connection between the words on the page. They were meant, or so we were all told, to be linked together through topic, meaning, or general “vibes.” One word that would tie all of them together somehow. But I wasn’t seeing it. Wasn’t seeing the “big picture.” I think that’s what this was about. Something about seeing the forest from the trees…or maybe the trees from the for...

The light shined steadily, with no twinkle, with nothing obstructing its glow. It beckoned Lyla like a light house beckoned sailors after months at sea. But she was wary, wondering if the light was meant to be a warning, cautioning her against dangerous coasts that will bring her down.

It was the first thing Lyla saw when she opened her eyes to this place, and no matter how far she walked she st...

Fødsel og død

Begge er nødvendige

The cycle begins

It ends

It continues

Seeds planted

They grow

They ripen

Stalks bend

Fruits burst

Seeds fall

The cycle continues

It ends

It begins

Birth and death

Both are necessary...

I awoke with a groan, already annoyed with the bright light creeping its way between the blinds, but too tired to do anything about it. With minimal effort, I slid my pillow over my face, trying to trick myself into believing it was still night.

Nancy Higgins from apartment 208 had intimidated me into joining her morning yoga class this morning. Of course, by “intimidated” I mean she asked me whi...

Ronnie pressed her back to the door, closing out the chaos that lay beyond, and slid to the bathroom floor. A fresh chorus of screaming wails erupted down the hall and Ronnie touched her head to her knees. It was Rick’s turn to handle... whatever it was that was going on out there. She just needed like one minute to herself.

What had they been thinking? They weren’t ready to be parents! Ronnie st...

“So Eden sank to grief,

So dawn goes down to day

Nothing gold can stay”

When Innocence was so

Lost in the Garden of Eden

The sun of youth sank

Below the horizon of hope to

A sky draped in grief

A future so

Uncertain cannot promise dawn

Yet so it goes

Onward and upward and down

In search of something to

Give meaning to the day

And if it comes to nothing

The sun’s gold

Light can

Fade but let inn...

Lana lives in a world of romance. Through her work as a bridal consultant, she has met countless brides and heard their tales of love. When she runs into the man of her dreams, she thinks it’s finally her turn to fall in love. But sometimes in the big city, you just end up falling and can only hope that there’s someone waiting to help you back on your feet....

He was like the desert. Not in the romantic colors of flaming sunsets, but in the bleached skies of high noon. His was not golden-sand skin, but worn leather, smooth and creased. His lips were dry and cracked like the parched earth beneath his feet.

He wore the day like a cloak, his shoulders hunched with the familiar weight of its heat, wrapped in the coarse fibers of windswept sand. At night, h...

The melody holds me gently and guides my lids to close. Whispered chords invite me to be still, and I comply, welcomed to a world of introspection.

Through painted measures of confusion and contradiction comes beauty. Haunting, tired, lost, and yet — hopeful. Single notes create sense among the chaos of sound as absolution quiets the chaos within....