El Viajero

Alone, the traveler walked the streets of Havana Viejo – Old Havana. The winter night was dry but warm and the sea breathed a gentle breeze.      He wandered along the cobbled roads, weaving between tourists and locals alike. Aimless amongst the crowd, he observed this foreign world. Buildings were lined in colorful and colonial…

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You are a Museum, Not Gift Shop

  Dear Heart, The harsh reality is that You can’t stop people from taking advantage of the courageous love You have to offer. These people are selfish – maybe they don’t intend to be, but they are. They see something in You that they want so, they begin their work to take it and do…

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Wild Flowers in a White Paper Cup

Love came when I was too young and you were too old. Knowing glances, stolen kisses , and sweet talk kindled a fire that would not die but could not burn bright. Still, we had a glimpse into the well.   In the morning, you brought wild flowers in a white paper cup and placed…

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Mistaken Identity

The shadow flashed by in a blur. Iric fired his crossbow. There was a smacking sound and a squeal. The shadow kept moving. Iric dropped his bow and sprinted after the beast. He couldn’t let it get away. This wolf had somehow got trapped inside the city walls, lost among the branching streets and alleys, and…

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I’m mad at you for thinking that you never broke my heart. Every time you weren’t excited for me broke my heart. Every time you weren’t proud of me made loving you painful. When I fought for more and you shut me down, it made me love myself less. I wanted to love through and…

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Funeral Strains

Scene 1            (Pre-show. Offstage. Blaring sounds of anti-gay, anti-military protest, by a radical church group, attempting to disrupt the burial service of a gay Marine, Tom Richardson, killed in combat in Afghanistan. ‘God hates fags’. ‘Thank God for dead soldiers’.  ‘America is doomed’. ‘Thank God for IED’s’. ‘God hates you’. ‘Mourn for your sins’. ‘Fags…

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Harvest (Free e-book)

    Click to this link to download Harvest or purchase a physical copy. From years of collecting stories, poems, essays, pieces of art and photography, we have chosen the ones that we think will have a far reaching impact on the soul of our readers. Additionally we’ve added many never before seen pieces exclusively available in…

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Common Ground

  To start, let’s make a radical but cliche assumption: much too often, we’re made to discard our spiritual needs because of economic and social pressure. It’s a problem that has been observed and reported on throughout history and as such it can be said to be apart of the human condition. If so, it…

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Food on the Table and Shoes on our Feet

I like the bunnies on mummy’s feet. Floppy ears. Soft to snuggle. When mummy wears them and her fluffy dressing gown we laugh and cuddle. I am her special girl. Just me and mummy. And the bunnies.Pointy black shoes can spike your leg by accident. Especially after big glasses of stinky drink that make mummy…

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Autumn leaves yellow, red and brown

I am dining at my favorite café on the main street of town. It’s a gloomy autumn day outside, but the café is a cozy cocoon. I am alone, with only the glowing screen of my phone to keep me company. I browse the internet, log onto Facebook, exchange messages with friends. Suddenly a woman’s…

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