There is a dilapidating dark  place Once occupied by wonder, and  meadows Rainbows, and childish exuberance. Now a foul stench seethes through the vents.   An inferno ravished by, leaving behind rusty embers where a playground used to be. Despair is borne of a fairytale.   A creature roams through the wreckage. It blooms, unrestrained. Unencumbered. It … Continue reading Embers

The Girl Behind Alexander

Life is a journey and twenty-four years today, I started mine. Coincidentally, Memoirs of Alexander began one year ago, today. What are the odds, right?   Lol. I stun, I'm a stunner. But seriously, being twenty-three came with such unexpected growth and awareness, both personally and in social settings. I was and perhaps am still the … Continue reading The Girl Behind Alexander