Esther – Part Two
Free Verse Story Poems Esther pinched her shearling’s collar tight to her neck, stood dazed and stared at the grey pavement before her as if it were possible to pull up and fold the...
Author: Debra Bishop
What Hope There Is…
Reflection Poems Alas my father, Lo my mother, Alas my brother, Lo my sister, I come. No lies to tell, No self to hide, No expectant bites can tame me. No illusions as...
Not for Profit Martyrs – Part Two
Historical Fiction Stories Historians cite a multitude of reasons for the occurrence of the 17th century witch trials in Salem and in Europe during the Dark-Middle Ages. A belief in happen stance, luck,...
Not For Profit Martyrs – Part One
Narrative Poem Rebecca Nurse was 71 year old when she swung from a clever, Puritan noose. Originally from Yarmouth, England both she and her husband, Francis Nurse rented to own their lush 300-acre...
The World Before
Free Form Poem I married young before I knew the world, before I knew how to hide my nakedness, my innocence and before I stopped accepting the unacceptable. My husband was a small...
Dream Repeats
Consciousness Stream Alone in my cold bedroom while sleeping and dreaming sometimes hellishly dark images would come in repeating frequency, for some twelve years from age seven to my late teens. The haunting...
Walking Beside Her
Stream of Consciousness Story The smell assaulted her senses like a river of floating, twirling turds. “What? Where is that stink coming from?” the woman in the leather sandals asked. For half a...
Dawn Rising
Free Verse Poem In Jackson dawn rises as slowly as a weary, puerperal mother. The sky is a deep, pale azure hidden just above the tree line. With expectant pride it hovers over a...
Flying to Memphis
Short Story Racing through the congested streets and onto the whirling Grand Central Parkway with a world of iniquitous hurting nymphs at my back, I drove like a demon on fire in an Indiana...
