This is a photograph of newlyweds.Poetry by John GreyIt’s not a snapshot of everything going forward.As much as I study the faces,I see no births, no growing family.Poetry by John Grey April 4th, 2020 at 01:59pm No Children in the Picture John Grey Poetry Continue reading
March 27th, 2020 at 07:31am New Life for Old Things Patricia Crisafulli Original Short Fiction Continue reading
February 24th, 2020 at 04:31pm The Blizzard of ’66: A Kid’s Dream Come True Eileen Sienkiewicz Essay Continue reading
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Around them swirled the cold wind and snow of a storm on a late December evening.He was twelve years old and a street person. You could tell by the boy's dirty-looking clothes. The boy cried, “My father has left me. My father has gone.”Samuel looked at the boy John and saw the faint golden light around the boy’s head.Tom Sheehan December 22nd, 2019 at 07:05pm The Boy with the Golden Ring Tom Sheehan Holiday Fiction Continue reading
November 3rd, 2019 at 10:25am Bright Harvest with Quickened Pulse Patricia Crisafulli Tricia’s Blog Continue reading
I love you, Miss Hooker, I say before I go to sleep every night, I always walk Miss Hooker to her car and try not to look at her legs and the secret there and the odds of us getting married aren't very good even if I knew how to gamble I sin and too much but enough to go to Hell if I should diePassion, by Gale Acuff July 21st, 2019 at 06:45am Good as I Can Be Gale Acuff Original Online Poetry Continue reading
