“Scraps of Emptiness”

By John Patrick Robbins   On another night like any other. I will pen the lines I lived once Now I bleed them alone. Fading like ink soon forgotten with time. We all have our hang ups. I know the wind can't tell stories and my soul cannot bare the complete truth. Old friends , … Continue reading “Scraps of Emptiness”

“Above the Mountains”

By Thomas Page A new year is born in the dead of winter. The sun sets above the mountains. I can feel the chilly air as it blows through barren trees above the mountains. The spring comes like a mewling child, trembling from dying winter’s grasping fingers. It shakes off the snow which melts into … Continue reading “Above the Mountains”