I am more More than my smooth brown skin Or the gentle swaying curves of my hips I am more than my lips That taste the fading traces...

The idea for The Unseen First came to me in a dream and was initially supposed to be a Romantic short story, but since then it has...

Luna peeked just above the water’s surface to survey the beach. It was quiet and deserted save for a couple of birds squawking and...

This is my first public journal post since I’ve had my website published. I’ve had this topic floating around in my brain for a while...