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“Halt!” The guards at the gate spoke in perfect synchronicity. The man obeyed the soldiers’ command, and brought the heavy c..

having found a safe harbor at last some driftwood sits on the shelf quietly crashing waves bathed it on jagged, rocky shores a merciless su..

I Each heart was a tiny drum echoing, answering the rhythmic throb of spring that vibrated in the air. Giddy feet glided, skipped, danced alo..

Morning rush-hour traffic is a sad source of inspiration.

“Mr. DiLosa, you are charged with…” the detective started, but the man handcuffed and chained to a stainless steel table in the mi..

“I’d like a box of flesh-colored Band-aids for wounds that never heal,” I say to the pharmacist standing behind the counter. I&rsqu..

Youth took me by the hand and, With faces flushed red, we ran. Soon, all too soon, we came To a solemn gate where All travelers were stop..

I used to want to believe, or Rather wished, that Truth Was magnificent Light, Impossible to behold, but Possible to be touched by. I ..

“Don’t wander too far,” I heard my mother call. But, my lungs were bellows, My heart a red-hot furnace, And the quickeni..

Cups, like lovers, you’ll have a few, And they alone may hold your hand And touch your lips at the same time. We live in crucible citi..