Tuesdays Habit
written by: David Maynard
The morning light burned my eyes as I walked out of the door of the homeless shelter "F**k me" I mumbled un...
Money
written by: Phlammes
The route to evil it seems, but the very tool
for actualization it is, recycled in bulks of
prints, serially nurtured by ...
It Should Have Been Me
written by: E Barnes
I told him to never open my bureau drawers, but he needed money for his first school dance. He wanted to...
Ghost of A Chance
written by: Richard Prime
I've always thought of myself as a bit of an entrepreneur. Not a con man, you understand. Everything I d...
The Spirit of Giving
written by: Dawn DeBraal
The manger scene in front of the First Methodist Church was a beautiful sight. Life-sized statues and ...
Meditation On A Tie
written by: Warren Alexander
What an exquisite tie for a crass moron, a wife
A gift, a mistake, a wife? Museum shop, not a
Klee ...
