Oona St. Clair — The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. A vast landscape of desert sand rippled like waves on the rocky landscape as stars began to twinkle in the lavender sky. Two moons shone bright in the darkening…

a realization of sorts — Dear Inner Critic, I know who you are. I see you. I hear you, your voice flows like a mantra in my head. You whisper to me lies as a form of protection. You fuel self-doubt and fear like little wildfires. …

is a woman — She is a woman with all her flaws and all her beauty She walks the earth with demons behind her and angels ahead She’s resilient because it’s in her DNA because she’s had no other choice She is a woman creator of lives with a warrior’s heart She is a…

Ride or die — eyes have that spark mischievous telling a story of someone else laughter falls from our mouths while we drink dragon tea and slurp pho sacred time amongst other diners soft conversations envelop the room like a blanket therapy in form of friendship that word to simplistic for what we are together a…

how the prophecy was born “I call upon the shadow bound, With this blood, I am found. Come to me, with this plea, from the shadows, I summon thee. Lord Fallon Sullivan, Lord Fallon Sullivan, Lord Fallon Sullivan, King of the Shadows, I summon thee.” Bright red rivulets snaked down…

young times is the way free or high? speeding down the road The Black Crows crooning pedal to the metal cradled by bucket seats 1979 Pontiac Sunbird silver and well driven gravel dust trails erupting behind wheels hot summer days surrounded by mint fields no bills no worries young times dumb times where the days are free and high in the land of Big Sky purple mountains majesty feeling small in…

Food for thought — I hunched behind the abandoned car, not daring to move a muscle. I focused hard at the dark, shadowed corner where I knew Jarrod hid. The coldness seeped into my lungs as I inhaled the night air, chest moving in a calm and controlled rhythm, soundless. When the coldness came…

a remembrance — songs of time distill distant dreams as your image fades into tepid colors that were once vibrant there is a bruise on my heart that I can still feel from time to time when thoughts of you invade they say time heals but I wonder, is that true or we do we become complacent…

The Fate of Dragons — She flew upon whispers of deceit, born in her own court, grasping at keeping the clans from imploding. Her mother was right, this was a thankless existence, having the crown of leadership in a nest of vipers. She felt as if she was drowning under the unrealistic expectations of ensuring…