Last week humans scrapped in forests, Each berry and carcass was ours– We hunted, we gathered, We made huts of sticks, Decorated with vines and flowers. Just days ago we made villages, Fresh...

We were two strangers intertwined by fate connected with a small pink string on each of our pinkie fingers.   We knew someday we would find each other, whether by search, or luck,...

Rose-colored leaves  sway in the breeze, Many, many palms,  all eyes they please. The ocean so blue,  who ever knew the sand beneath your feet  could feel so true? Yet not all...