A Silver Knife, a Locket and a Ring
Short Story It was a beautiful day! Mr. Stark Salestone and his family were taking a trip in their car. The gleaming red car was a spacious one, accommodating comfortably all the five of...
Tagged: spirits
Isn’t it Beautiful?
Poem Spirits in my head Invisible to you But so real to me. Ghosts move about In the most silent moments Putting me to sleep. Do you see The colorful bouquet Growing out...
Go Away, Spirit of Tonight
Spiritual Poem Go away, Spirit of Tonight, spare me your wisdom, your deep and clear sight. You’re always right, even when you smile you’re here to decide what my fate will look like. You’re...
Sleeping In The Shadow Of Morpheous – Part Four
Serial Story “What happened?” I asked; I knew what happened. “You nodded off and got sick. I let myself in to get some stuff; and found you on the ground. You were still...
The Ghosts Do Not Whisper
Haunting Poem I know not why The ghosts do not whisper As the sequoias softly sigh But calmly I listen Why are the only voices That of the cabin’s moan And the memories...
Personal Paschal Mystery
Haibun Poem You took your last breath. You, the Life, died. Where you could never be, you went. Death, through yours, becomes the door to life. My cousin, who could sit still no...
Visiting Privileges
Short Story “Oh, great,” she said. “Now I’m hallucinating.” I smiled. “What do you mean?” I asked. She scoffed. “No, no. I’m not falling for that shit. If I’m dying then I’m dying...
