Every day involves a hundred little fleeting healings. I don't want to know the science of how my skin meshes together again. God knows I need a reminder, I take miracles for granted sometimes- which is why I don't complain when my mind grins, slit-eyed, resting on furred haunches with joints well oiled, the springs of its legs taut and anticipating.

Fangs masquerade as milk teeth in the mornings and set miracles into motion under pale moonlight.

I wonder how...

“Magic, magic, in the pot, 
Give me something I haven’t got. 
With each spell I shall rise, 
And tell my people wicked lies.” 

“Still working on that chant?” Warren asked. 
“Yes,” Lucinia said to her owl friend. 
“Who are your people exactly?” Warren wanted to know. The witch pointed to her marionettes sitting on the shelf. 
“Are you gonna do the same thing to him?” Warren asked pointing to a boy tied to a chair. 
“Yes,” the witch said calmly. 
“When...

​Hey, it’s going to be okay. Trust me.

Take a deep breath and close your eyes for a minute.

You’re okay. 

Did you wake up this morning feeling kinda down? Have you felt that way recently?

Do you sometimes feel like you’re not really that important; that you’re just wandering, searching for something that will make you matter?

I’ve felt that way too. Life can get heavy, and when you try to balance all that weight by yourself, you...

“I love you.” After several months of fear and hesitation, she finally admitted it. But the weight on her chest hadn’t dissipated yet. She awaited his answer. 

“I love you, too.” He said as he began to beam. He took her hand in his and the two of them sat, face to face. 

Joy, effervescent and bright, blossomed within them. Neither of their hearts had ever reached such a high.

“I love you.” After several months of fear and hesitation, she finally admitted it. But the weight on her chest hadn’t dissipated yet. She awaited his answer. 

“I love you, too.” He said as he began to beam. He took her hand in his and the two of them sat, face to face. 

Joy, effervescent and bright, blossomed within them. Neither of their hearts had ever reached such a high.

If I had a thousand wishes,
I'd wish for the world.
I'd wish for the sun to always shine,
I'd wish for the sea to pull back its brine.
I'd wish for smoke to never unfurl,
I'd wish for ferns to always uncurl.
I'd wish for ice to never melt,
I'd wish for wolves to return to where they've dwelt.
I'd wish for trees to never fall,
I'd wish to sky was full of stars.
I'd wish for lights to...

Does age matter when you love someone 
And I don't mean like the little love
I mean when you truly love someone 
And you could never live without them
With that love does age really matter
Honestly
Well of course if it is more than 10 years that a little much I feel
But if it is less than that does it really matter
If they truly love each other does it really matter 
I mean I only like people...

Prologue: The End of The Beginning 

On September 7th in a year gone by, a beginning came to an end and that end, metaphorically, began to tick. 

There were three figures in an opening, one tall and skinny, one horizontal and unmoving, and one small, and while our beginning came into being, the River Mersey lapped at a pair of black boots. 
As one cry began, fresh and new and wailing, and another was cut off effectively and cruelly, a...

Verse 1
I,
I don't know where I'm going in this life,
But no matter how much we fight,
I always want you on my side.

Verse 2
You,
You know you can always count on me,
I'll keep you safe so you can be set free,
'Cause you know where you're going in this life.

Pre-chorus
Oh-, oh oh, oh, oh,
I don't think you know (I don't think you know),
And oh-, oh oh, oh, oh,
I just...

There is a pigeon residing in my closet, head aglow with the tint of the moon and nails downcast. I try pretending he isn't there, tilting my long ears in hushed complaint, but the sullen clack of his downcast nails dancing upon typewriter keys never ceases.

The paper flows, weaving under the cracks of the door and read by the bottoms of my feet. It is an apology for his untimely work hours, words tinged with a significant sorrow. He is...

Every day involves a hundred little fleeting healings. I don't want to know the science of how my skin meshes together again. God knows I need a reminder, I take miracles for granted sometimes- which is why I don't complain when my mind grins, slit-eyed, resting on furred haunches with joints well oiled, the springs of its legs taut and anticipating.

Fangs masquerade as milk teeth in the mornings and set miracles into motion under pale moonlight.

I wonder how...

“Magic, magic, in the pot, 
Give me something I haven’t got. 
With each spell I shall rise, 
And tell my people wicked lies.” 

“Still working on that chant?” Warren asked. 
“Yes,” Lucinia said to her owl friend. 
“Who are your people exactly?” Warren wanted to know. The witch pointed to her marionettes sitting on the shelf. 
“Are you gonna do the same thing to him?” Warren asked pointing to a boy tied to a chair. 
“Yes,” the witch said calmly. 
“When...

​Hey, it’s going to be okay. Trust me.

Take a deep breath and close your eyes for a minute.

You’re okay. 

Did you wake up this morning feeling kinda down? Have you felt that way recently?

Do you sometimes feel like you’re not really that important; that you’re just wandering, searching for something that will make you matter?

I’ve felt that way too. Life can get heavy, and when you try to balance all that weight by yourself, you...

If I had a thousand wishes,
I'd wish for the world.
I'd wish for the sun to always shine,
I'd wish for the sea to pull back its brine.
I'd wish for smoke to never unfurl,
I'd wish for ferns to always uncurl.
I'd wish for ice to never melt,
I'd wish for wolves to return to where they've dwelt.
I'd wish for trees to never fall,
I'd wish to sky was full of stars.
I'd wish for lights to...

Does age matter when you love someone 
And I don't mean like the little love
I mean when you truly love someone 
And you could never live without them
With that love does age really matter
Honestly
Well of course if it is more than 10 years that a little much I feel
But if it is less than that does it really matter
If they truly love each other does it really matter 
I mean I only like people...

Verse 1
I,
I don't know where I'm going in this life,
But no matter how much we fight,
I always want you on my side.

Verse 2
You,
You know you can always count on me,
I'll keep you safe so you can be set free,
'Cause you know where you're going in this life.

Pre-chorus
Oh-, oh oh, oh, oh,
I don't think you know (I don't think you know),
And oh-, oh oh, oh, oh,
I just...

There is a pigeon residing in my closet, head aglow with the tint of the moon and nails downcast. I try pretending he isn't there, tilting my long ears in hushed complaint, but the sullen clack of his downcast nails dancing upon typewriter keys never ceases.

The paper flows, weaving under the cracks of the door and read by the bottoms of my feet. It is an apology for his untimely work hours, words tinged with a significant sorrow. He is...

walking in a dreamlike state
feet that don't seem to be mine
and legs that move on their own

collapsing onto a bed that i can't feel
seeing things that aren't really there
my head is spinning too fast to care

my life is nothing more than my imagination
am i real?
i fall to the ground without ever feeling a thing

my body and soul goes numb
as i retreat into the darkest corner of my mind
because i...

Englishman stands out on our all-American block. The sun molds around his rounded back and caresses the flowers he bends over. Daily he prunes them, tendering each bloom.

I hide behind the bush parting our houses. He never strays from his pink and yellow flowers. Mom's flowers have brown leaves. Englishman's baskets whisper perfection.

With enough care, maybe they'll never die.

Englishman stops coming outside. All the neighbors talk in low voices and wrinkled foreheads.

I sneak over to his...

Love, they say, is a poison that tastes like home. 

 Noah had taken her hand on the clifftop, and she twirled between the stars and his arms to the beat of the butterflies in her chest. He felt... safe. 
They made footprints in the sand and glinting in the waves, was a shell. 
He dove down.
For her. 

"It wasn't your fault."

As the waves swept away those footprints in the sand, a girl stepped away from a clifftop; just...