The glory of the passing Shared among the weak Claimed by the strong Hold it up with pride Bear witness to this Ignore as my
Tag: Short Fiction
Hand of a Stranger
I may smile at you But it stops there I don’t have much To give you Some words Nothing much at all There are spaces
Visceral Perdition – A Collaboration
How did I find my way here? It wasn’t supposed to be this way, was it? Looking down at my hands, I see them holding
The Smell of Cedar
As I lift the lid The Smell of Cedar Overtakes me After all these years The tiny blanket Still remains Stained with tears Swollen with
The Leaving
My little girl pleaded for me not to go. That was the hardest moment of my life, looking down at those big blue teary eyes,
In Whose Name
Drums pound Cries rain down From the heavens The spirits danced And sang As a mother stood Over the body Of her dead son Two
