Mystical Poem From deep within a hole That turns, twists, rolls and moans Comes a gurgled desperate “please” Primal inner voices shout Seeking a solution – sound Upon which they can agree A...
Short Story Loosely formed hordes of black beasts surveyed the landscape. Moving in arrhythmic stutters they sought a fertile place to stake their claim. “The beauty of it, oh the glory.” In his...
