Irises

Irises Ashes silently sway like snowflakes all the long, hard winter through dark, bitter nights. I sit and burn alone.… Read more Irises

Leaning

Our voices reverberated off the cold concrete walls of the isolation room. I held my favorite patient’s trembling hand, his… Read more Leaning

Tonight I got the news that my stepmom died after spending weeks in a coma. I feel a weight on… Read more Can these dry bones live?

I was never a great runner. My body type isn’t made for running. I’m more of a gymnast, or a… Read more Why running made me cry last night