Digging her nails into the bucket, she sprinkled the dirt over their footprints as she continued to walk through the damp forest...

Sometimes you want to use a trope so that you don’t need to explain things more deeply...

There is no doubt that achieving success requires so many qualities. Growing up, we’re all encouraged to have or develop those qualities...

My eyes snap open, and I look back and forth. Where am I? I look down at my hands. Have they always looked like that?

When I moved to the suburbs from Toronto a couple of years ago, I never expected to notice how much of an impact the city had on me.

This poem is about those strange-looking blobs you see behind your eyes, after staring at the sun for too long...