By Christopher J. Bailey Terrence Roberts opened his eyes as the first rays of sunshine shredded through the closed blinds, heralding the start of a new day. He glanced at his watch: six-thirty. He took a few moments to oust…
By: Andy Botterill Warming currents of air lift up your memories as never quite before. Exposed now and bare, lying in tatters just out of reach, like dying embers of driftwood washed up on the beach scattered where they fell,…
By: John Grey WHEN PAYING RESPECTS TO THE LEADER So there you are, a great anemic Buddha, eyes as blue as coral waters, skin like parchment, hulking rolls of blubber swaddled in gold robe, rear bearing down on a protesting…
By: Paweł Markiewicz one dreamy spring day I looked in to brilliant eyes of my pal-dog in to his tender ocular dominance of eternity so that my gentle poem was in the soul perfect delicate now the most marvelous words…
By J K Nottingham Stories, Paul felt, were the only pleasure keeping him from leaving this world without care for the consequences. Today a great idea for a story had come to him fully formed. However, with no small amount…
By: Patricia Saunders I am falling in emptiness with no handrail to clutch I am drawing in breath and plunging down passageways I am dim with night, and full of light. My soul takes wings And I am swinging, suspended,…