Poetry: A River Gone Dry

  A River Gone Dry A crumbling river of red and broken stones found itself flowing through the cracks of an aching heart… A hurting soul of human pain that painted itself upon a heavy chest..… Bits of escaping light attempted to sparkle through the brick wall that seemed to suddenly cement itself, creating a

Nighttime Inspirations: “And the moon said…”

“Inspiration rose from a thick smog that had been filtered under the dark ages…. And now, it shone a light so bright, that not even the moon could blind its own eyes…” – Ariana R. Cherry 2015