Poetry

The image is of a cloudy sky that has a bright opening or porthole in it and a flock of blackbirds are flying toward the hole

I’m leavingThrough that porthole in the cloudsAnd flying away from the maddening crowd I’m avoidingThose tiresome tyrants, Who cover up new blood stains,And drown our Sunflowers with their hard rain ...

Nonfiction

A plate of freshly baked, hot cross buns

Dawn had not yet reached the English countryside horizon when the local village baker, Samuel, got to work. In its stead, fluorescent lights flooded the bakery’s backroom to give him ...

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    The rural cul-de-sac stands silent as a spring morning slowly creeps on. Any human soul awake is inside with a cup of coffee in their hands. Meanwhile, outside nature continues to run its course; bees visit clover fields, birds guard eggs while warding off intruders, and rabbits scurry through bushes and backyards. A particular rabbit, ...
  • Blurred led lights that read "Merry Christmas"
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    Mama Knows BestMama Knows Best – Chapter 1 Mama Knows Best – Chapter 2 Mama Knows Best – Chapter 3 Mama Knows Best – Chapter 4 Mama Knows Best – Chapter 5 Mama Knows Best – Chapter 6 Mama Knows Best – Chapter 7 Mama Knows Best – Chapter 8My first reading of “Little Red ...
  • The image is of a cloudy sky that has a bright opening or porthole in it and a flock of blackbirds are flying toward the hole
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    I’m leavingThrough that porthole in the cloudsAnd flying away from the maddening crowd I’m avoidingThose tiresome tyrants, Who cover up new blood stains,And drown our Sunflowers with their hard rain I’m leavingThrough that mystical vortexWhere I see weary blackbirds leaving our dirty townAnd fly toward this world’s golden crown I’m travelingBeyond the sky’s tunnel of ...
  • A red and blue sky and trees at dawn
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    In a moment of stillness, while the world is asleep— no sound, no rush, no stress— I linger in my quiet thoughts as I wait for the birds to sing, their melody igniting hope amidst the sun’s soft glow. Editor: Shannon Hensley  
  • A dark street with cars and a building to the left with a neon sign that reads bar.
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    Lacey ChroniclesThe Other Side A Calm in the Storm Thankful Heart The Space Between Where Do We Go from Here? Soul-Searching in ManhattanThe clamor of her ringing cell phone earned a groan from the hungover blonde. With a swipe of a hand, the device sailed to the floor to disarm the blaring ringtone. Shifting away ...
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