Category Archives: Rose Aiello Morales

by Rose Aiello Morales Peel back the covers like the pungent skin of a red tinged onion; memory of the fumes comes back again, searing my eyes and causing new tears to wash away the old. I have walked through … Continue reading →

by Rose Aiello Morales Illusions were made as saviors of an over burdened mind, soft notes in discordant symphonies to soothe the ears when white noise grows too harsh and whispers in the dark are the laughing mockery of ghosts … Continue reading →