There once was a girl, Who saw color, In her whole world, Her imagination wild and free,   She always was thinking, No matter how hard she tried, She was always mystified, Head...

Trigger Warning: This piece contains themes of infant loss, grief, death and mourning. It may be upsetting for some readers.   The bond between,  The living, The dead, And...

Looking into this reflective surface,    I saw something quite puzzling.    The same face looked back at me,    But hidden behind a mist.    I recognized the eyes that everyone...