Storms,roamed the sky
It was a typical hot and brutal Arizona summer. The concrete and asphalt radiated the sun’s ferocity into the…
I always know when it’s about to rain.The air starts to feel lighter.The dark clouds spread across the sky.The leaves on the trees…
Paper pen in handBlankly stared into space,The known words, love wordsPlaying hide…
Who remembers my voice?Who builds my bed from the barbsof those barbed wire fences,the ones we…
Silver sparks of light along with whirling wind