My seed landed in the dry dirt a two centuries ago. I have dealt with drought and high winds and floods, yet my seed stayed firmly in the ground.

I wanted to grow somewhere safer, somewhere where the wind couldn’t bend and snap my flimsy limbs. I wanted to grow somewhere where there was no competition for the water and sun.

I wish I could have sprouted where the weather was always nice and the nei...

There lies a willow, over the hills

It reminds me of you sometimes

Of how we would sit under it

And pretend that life was okay

And we’d laugh under it’s shade

But I’ll never forget your face

When you blew away from me

Just like those willow leaves...

A jackrabbit is bouncing

Across the pale blue sky as

A golden eagle lifts it’s wings

And sours through the sky

Meanwhile the snow leopard

Snags it’s next meal

And bison bellow as they

stampede through the clouds

A seal pokes its head

out of the clear water

As the boa constrictor

Squeezes its prey

The sky has come alive

With animal-shaped clouds

But the cloud can be anything

Depending on where y...

Else and I were picking daisies in Mr. Fletchers garden when the back door slammed open and he came sprinting out and over to us.

His feet were heavy and they tore up the flowers as he made a beeline over to us.

“Else,” I cried, “fly!”

Else and I had done this many many times before and had never been caught.

My blue wings brushed against the sudden breeze and the feathers tickled my neck.

Else ha...

When Amni got back from the party her eyes were bloodshot. Mascara streaks ran down her face. She had stopped crying before, but she began again.

“It was horrible!” She flung herself onto the couch dramatically.

It had been snowing all day and her hair was caked in white and her coat was nowhere to be seen. The couch was a wet puddle.

“So I see.” I turned back to my hot chocolate and dropped a few...

The rose had once smelled nice

But now the wilted petals

Had fallen in the vase

Rotted flowers can still smell sweet

But only if you know what

Death feels like

But remember that

“Everything that dies makes

It’s way on back”

The rose will bloom again

On the other side and

Will be more the more pretty...

I was sprinting through the trees after he raised the dagger above his head. Before he could stab it down on my heart, I had kicked his shins and ran off.

I couldn’t tell what was the beating heart or my thundering footsteps on the leaf-strewn path.

How could you be so stupid? I chided to myself as ran. My throat hurt like I had swallowed thorns and my feet hurt like Hell but still I kept going.

I...

Sometimes I wonder how I ended up representing peace.

Just like a crow, which sometimes represents death, I have to live up to my standards.

While of course I’m glad you don’t represent death, sometimes it can be hard to be known by one thing. That means that when they see me they quickly decide that peace is all I am, but that’s simply not true.

A dove is more than just a peace giver. And it turn...

He was muttering curse words under his breath as he kept trying to pat down his messy brown hair. I slid into my seat and slid a beer mug over in his direction.

“Fancy seeing you here, Daagon, but I thought you quit drinking years ago.” The others around us stopped drinking and turned around to look at us.

“I did,” he said, sliding the mug back in my direction. “Nor did I ask for a drink.” His dar...

The trees were blackened stumps and the once bustling city was a pile of rubble. Sirens wailed but the people on the streets wailed louder.

A plume of smoke billowed in the sky, darkening the world and hiding the sun. When I looked around I saw nothing familiar.

I coughed into my shirt and scanned the desolate wasteland, hoping to find something-anything-that I could call home.

As I trailed over ...