Gossamer Lens

Once I dreamed of a future. A beautiful future full of clean and beautiful buildings, streets, and museums. A future where everyone lived...

Something about writing feels illicit My notebooks fill with poetry, thoughts, worlds of idea Writing never ceases But the sharing It fee...

I don't know what to say. I don't know what to think. With only 45 minutes until my evening class begins, my mind is already jumping...

A Blank Page before me, a head full of thoughts. Nothing written in ages, so many things to write. I am a person who feels. The other...

Slowly her fingers curled around the ribbon. Her head caught in a cloud of ribbon, her shoulders brushed with it. Her hands couldn't...

At some point... you become an adult. Correct? I mean, I don't really know. It's a little hard to tell if someones an adult, or just a...

Death has touched my family with its greedy fingers. No longer does it claw at my neck, but still it stays near. It's fingers have...

Colleges have begun to flood my email and snail mail with information about their programs. They send me explanations of why their...