Here in this house; curtains billowing in the wind, and the windows themselves, a gateway to vegetables. Yes, Dear Reader, vegetables....

Years ago, during my adolescence, I found an old guitar in my home. Moved by curiosity, I asked my mom whose guitar it was. It was my...

The mountains have always been one of my favorite places. I would go up there just to sit and let life pass me. I would sit on rocks next...

"On a cloudy, cool, and crisp day, a withered paintbrush faced with decay glistens with the company of a lawn chair, it seems. The...

As the moon peeked over the field, Vanta stood in the dark and manure-filled barn longing for fresh air and freedom. She’d dreamed of...

Rent was free, so how can it not be? How may I portray this in such a way for those who might envy me? It was a home, yet not like any...

When I see this image of gumballs, I have mixed feelings. Yes, gumballs are an innocent, if not nostalgic, candy which children and...

The world we live in is a beautiful place; it is ever-changing and ever-growing. With all that is happening, it’s easy to forget that, so...

On a textured sage green popcorned wall, a creature with eight hair-thin legs and a small dot-sized body centered the card I pulled from...

When I think back to my youth, I remember how my mom used to admire flowers anywhere we went. We would stop and smell the roses on our...

In my life, I have lived primarily in two homes, each unlike the other. The first was situated on a small plot of land in Mexico. It had...

My first image can be described as a wooden background, maybe a block of wood, with two dents vertical to each other. The picture also...