Bodies In The Basement
written by: M. Taggart
It was a crisp, damp, October night.
“When we get to the Church I’ll go down first.” Colin was thinking...
Argentina
written by: Kenneth Vincent Walker
Beneath the Argentinean sensual breeze
An ominous cloud looms on the horizon.
Almost too incredulous to...
La Casa Vacía
written by: José A Gómez
Que tristeza ¡ay! quebranto, esta pena nunca acaba,
ya se esconde en la maleza, el anhelo y la esperanza,
se ...
A New Song
written by: Fred Miller
The music filled his heart as if he were hearing the words for the first time. Yet he knew better. Years ago, thi...
The Beacon
written by: Dawn DeBraal
Dooley Bradford sat in his beat-up Ford 150 pick up at the stop and go lights of two intersecting highways, he w...
