At night the ghosts come out. They roam the corridors of my mind and wander the graveyard of my soul - the parts I thought I’d put to bed...

I saw a shooting star last night against the canvas of the night sky. One brief flash among a backdrop of many as it was trying hard to...

The beach lies perpetually in motion. A stretch wide and long as a striped asphalt runway. Sun glistens off the wet sand and with each...