Zion

From the sharp edge of time comes a fleeting moment for something delicate. A pocket of life in a world of stone. Beautiful and fragile. Shallow roots clinging to life in a harsh world.

Twisted

Against the world it grows twisted and beautiful. Set apart from the rest. A unique curve in its blade. A beauty on its own.

Pull Those Boot Staps?

I was told, all I needed to be prosperous was to pull on that little loop. I’ve been trying all day to grab that little loop and pull myself up. I’ve started to wonder if maybe it’s not big enough. That brings into question all the people who can’t afford buying boots every couple of…

Fruits of Decay

The sweet smell of decay floats on the wind. Spreading life to the season of spring.