Savannah Pack The sky was gray. The clouds rolled in, and the damp wind flattened the grass around their cave like a mat. Even before the Old One came in, massaging her wrists
Haven Visser We whirl amidst infinity Through universes, twirl And something in us longs To seek out safety in this world But nature here is tainted These souls so full of greed What
Let it not be forgotten that the old Camelot Grocer and Gas once stood at the intersection of Weaton Road and Linklater Lane in the town of Boone, holding the memories of many
There are two common subjects of society’s folklore. The first is the city, an ancient method of civilization that humanity has rightly disavowed. The second is the Nomad, a traveler in ornate
Are you a Christian? Do you feel as if you don’t fit in anywhere in this world? Believe me, you are not alone. Most people today find everything about Christianity offensive—particularly
Let’s run together, you and I, Through the floral tapestry woven in the valley As pastel nectar drips down the sunlit sky. Leave behind the deadlines and the harsh times, The rumors
Look at God’s army, And you will see an army Of outcasts, Rejected by the world, Counted as worthless and hopeless, Cast out, and wandering among strangers With no place to call
Nomad— wandering the regions of my mind, holding your shifting, fluttering skirt close to your legs, and wading through a swamp of half-remembered dreams, like colorful garments glinting through the brine. Floating fragile