Poetry/Fiction

In life, you are a dormant volcano, existing in your basic state. A simmering, melting pot of experience, ebbing and flowing under the surface, heating and cooling; changing form. All...

They heard the splash and turned from each other to see only ripples racing away from where it had fallen. It sunk underneath the surface; a promise to be made. They looked at each other....

“I’ve been on the streets for three years”, he said through chipped and blackened teeth. His eyes were blue, his hair matted and yellowing. His skin, grubby and porous, was...