Daffodile Hill
written by: Phyllis Souza
Ernest and Pauline ran off and got married. Two hours later, Ernest turned his 78' Cadillac Seville onto a ...
Rainbows
written by: Richard Prime
We were shunned by our culture. We faced discrimination and abuse. We were different. That is why nobody trusted ...
The Last Dance
written by: A Stump
They’re all here. They think I’m going to die now. Blake lay in his bed, his eyes unblinking from the stroke he h...
Scent of A Man
written by: E Barnes
She stood behind me in the grocery store. Some guy in front of me had a problem and the cashier had to turn on t...
The Caregiver
written by: Pamela R Winnick
Liz heard a howl from upstairs. Startled, she dropped her coffee mug. She thought of sweeping the ceramic...
Prisoner Five Eight
written by: John Lane
With most business on lockdown, more and more stringent rules to enter the few open ones remaining and the...
Apples and Oranges
written by: Jim Bartlett
Old habits die hard. The saying sticks in my gullet as I stare down the fence at the last of the new str...
On A Tired Housewife
a poem by: Anonymous
Here lies a poor woman who was always tired,
She lived in a house where help wasn't hired:
Her last words ...
