Author: Kara

Dripping kerosene moonglow on the pavement, the sky thunders loudly and my wide-eyed little Riley Rae quickly crawls into the shadow of my footprints. She…

He’s a single flame of wild amber, flashing between static shores and glowing heavy with nightfall. He was the “such a sweet kid” known to…

When you wish upon a scar you magnify the little pieces of the world that splinter my skin in a dream, could it seem that…

(( I kind of want to make this into a song)). Sitting on the porch at 3AM, only light is from the moon and the…

I wrote this with Anne Frank in mind, parts of it are quite autobiographical. Always pictured her as the muse, the voice. ………… Sixteen floors…

It’s 11:00 on a Sunday morning and the purr and grumble of the neighbor’s lawn mower is penetrating through the thin walls. When the blade…