Sunday
The Advent Candles
The Advent Candles written by: Monika Brewster Sister Maria Noel lit the first candle of Advent, the...
Aliens Over Watford
Aliens Over Watford written by: Nigel de Costa There were aliens over Watford last Sunday Sara says...
One Day You Die or At Least at One Mo…
One Day You Die or At Least at One Mo written by: Gale Acuff -ment you’re surely...
Planting
Planting written by: Robin McNamara @thewindingroad1 In the fields with your furrowed walk The beanstalks grown under...
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...
