Tag archive: Heaven
Good as I Can Be
Original Online Poetry
Ticket to Heaven
Original Fiction by
T he old man dressed like a silent film star: black and white suit, shiny shoes, a cane, and even a top hat. The hat sat on the bench and the cane leaned against the back of it. His head of curly white hair moved like a Bobblehead doll.
I want to run with the sunrise,
And taste the morning in the woods
Three poems by
Holiday fiction by
S now sugared the lawn and whitened the balsam wreathes at the twin bay windows flanking the front door painted red as holly berries. Lacy flakes drifted to earth, one tethering itself to the sleeve of the old black wool jacket that Delwyn Edward Morgan wore.