“I am that I am,” she says as she stands in contemplation As ripe old age melds youth to wisdom, a sun setting. But Time keeps turning, a passing, …
“Mother” by Amelia Legend
I'm not sure what it means to be a mother. The process couldn't possibly be the act of childbirth, because so many children are born in the …
“Love” by Amelia Legend
I feel that the journey of a broken heart contains many fissures of truth; none of which are visible apart from the subject of it's contentment. That …
“Honest Illusions” by Amelia Legend
As I stare within translucent walls, silk pellucid barriers built of delicate lies I tell myself, I realize the Time I’ve waisted living …
St. Anne’s
The Hallway I step toward the doorway and cease before the threshold of an unknown journey. I stand frightened at the door, a …
