my imagination reaches
stretches far beyond my limited grasp
out into the cosmos is soars
it's cloak of dreams racing to keep up
as it dances and twirls among the stars
stars like fireflies
When I turned 34, I decided to write a series of short stories. The only catch? Each story had to be 34 words. 34 years, 34 words. No more, no less. These are the fruits.