Crimson, Comparison and Contentment. All in a raindrop. The rain clouds seemed to be taking out all the anger they’d collected over a...

A slo-mo write-up. The slightly disturbing yet familiar smell of charred wood invaded my nostrils, as my feet sunk ever so slightly into...

A poem about a fickle friend. Why does your incoherent sound bring a smile? Why does so pure sound this loud whisper from the depth of...

Are beauty and fragility one and the same? The other day, I had been patiently chewing away at a toffee in my mouth; its caramel caress...