I remember drunken nights, lying on that cold wood varnished floor, tracing the creases of the patterned planked platform. The nights...

As a child I found myself outside often, I loved the area I grew up in. I lived next to a marsh and a bird sanctuary. The songs they...

Love. A word heard so often, used more than can be imagined, written about, sung about. It is a feeling that is deeper than flesh, yet...