Skimming at the walls that are painted with manipulation by my father's side, I, a ghost in the corner with a cloth over its head and a...

I can remember the feeling of my mother sleeping with me in bed as a child. Her soft scent of lilies and her tender love that felt...

The words fell out of my mouth like a sweet melody on a summer’s breeze. I whispered to you, admiring the crevices of your ears and the...