By GP Hyde I’ll walk with you at eventide, Step lightly on the shingle shore Where often the owl and raven cried.   Across the misty...

By Melissa Potocki Sitting on the precipice of the final darkness I realize that this is all those Who went before me wanted. It’s not...

By Sahara DeVille There is shrapnel in his skin, So deeply embedded it is now part of him Picture it, if you dare, like pennies pressed...