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 the book.…

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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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The Lottery Ticket

I went out. It was raining. I met a hobo, walking in the pouring rain, pushing a shopping cart. Dressed in a muddy grey coat, unshaven, his hair long and wet. He appeared in the distance enveloped by a mist of tiny droplets, approaching fast, walking with long strides toward me. His dog, a no-breed,…

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Memories of the South

  “What is that you’re eating, Sarge?” Iric asked. “It’s something from a village south of the mountains,” Vott said between spoonfuls. “Something to take your mind off the hot weather, they say.” Iric’s nose stung with each shallow breath; the pungent smell was almost incapacitating. “That’s got quite an odor to it, don’t it?” Iric…

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