Unbelonging Stories

A poem from the perspective of an unfledged Trying to build a nest on his own To meet the storm head on And fly into the eye of the cyclone.

The gentle breeze blew and sent chills to my spin, carrying a message of love and home, home my home that always seems to bring comfort and solace .my home where mother...

Just a short story, though, it so happens to be my favorite short story I've ever written.