SPEAK Rolling thunder beats against the heavens, a blanket of darkening clouds promising to tear back the supernatural veil. as the wind violently whips through the towering treetops, holding us back. Breathe. Speak to the Sky. The storms that wage within and without have no…

Prompt for Hour one- i. a mildew stained coat, dyed by a clever Rangrez* in a russet brown shade burnt on the pyre of miseries and abandonment embers caged in an Urn neatly placed on the Oak fire mantle. ii. rosary bead ingrained with thoughts,…

Fire Blazes smoke rises Fire Burns ashes forms Pitch black smoke rises Thunder rumbles aggressively a sense of fear enters The wind and water rages it harnesses a feel of fear yet a sweet smell of nature the blues are yet to come swiftly along…

The rising tide pushes her further up the shore The salt water rushes to meet her feet As she inches her way back against the dense forest The fire from the logs emits smoke as the wind blows She knows she would have to leave…