By: April Mae M. Berza Dying is another form of romance Written in the cold-hearted testament And romance is a surname of trance. When flowers embrace my hands, My hands embrace flowers you’ve sent; To die is a new form of…
By: Jason D. DeHart Last night, I dreamed of death – not in some dramatic or kaleidoscopic way, but in a manner I could not see. We were traveling, the family and I, when we somehow got word, so I…