Sunday
Between Dessert and The Late Show
Between Dessert and The Late Show written by: Emalisa Rose We’d speak every Sunday. Some times, we’d...
Blessed Are The Pure in Heart
Blessed Are the Pure in Heart written by: Dawn DeBraal Miss Charlotte was almost as wide as she...
Drought
Drought written by: Adele Evershed @AdLibby1 As soon as she heard the scream coming from the barn,...
Martha’s Tale
Martha’s Tale written by: Tim Law That Sunday began as normal for the Wilson family, the kitchen...
Some Quiet Moments in Church
Some Quiet Moments in Church written by: Ger White Sunday morning comes blessedly quickly And though her...
Sunday
Sunday written by: Christian Ward Sunday slides up the nose, fizzing the brain like a mimosa. Yesterday’s...
I’m Late
I’m Late written by: Ellen Urowitz in bed until noon foggy and over cast skies no morning...
First date Flowers
First Date Flowers written by: Emalisa Rose With a poem and a parasol, we’re strolling the 4th...
Purple Dress, 1945
Purple Dress, 1945 written by: Fay L. Loomis she wears hand-me-down saved for special occasion to Sunday...
Saigon Sunday Morning
Saigon Sunday Morning written by: Roger Turner @titansdad the air was thick and heavy the sun was...
The Sundays Devoid of Flowers
The Sundays Devoid of Flowers written by: Iluvia Triste i was buried deep in this ground where...
A Churchgoer Passes My Yard on Sunday Morning
A Churchgoer Passes My Yard on Sunday Morning written by: Eric Robert Nolan She seems smart and...
Just Another Quiet Sunday Morning In America
Just Another Quiet Sunday Morning In America written by: R.M. Engelhardt @rmengelhardt I hear The churchbells Ringing...
Sunday Morning
Sunday Morning written by: Dan Leicht @Deeliopunk Silent. Morning in an old log cabin Alone. Once bustling...
