Wednesday, January 2, 2013


When I think about "new" I always think about price tags and unopened boxes. Even if it isn't new from the store, its new to you.


The only thing you see on a hot summers night, is the glowing tails of the fireflies. Dancing around, narrowly avoiding capture by turning off its light.

Wednesday, December 19, 2012


"What are they?" you say, watching them fall. Little bits from a cloud, parts of a shooting star falling overhead or maybe feathers from an angel's wing. Staring out the window watching them fall onto the Christmas tree, "what could they be?"

Monday, December 10, 2012


I could just imagine being the size of an ant, exploring the grass like a forest.

Monday, December 3, 2012


As she leaps through the air, twisting and stretching wishing she could stay like this forever, the nameless ballerina.