Kinder Times The Angels are reflected in the water.Dirty faces with sad eyes.Their wings are broken.Their hair matted.When they are close you can smell their decay.Try not to look into the water, it will only remind you of kinder times.
LITTLE SISTER I remember the feel of your candy cane jammies and the lights of joy exploding from your face; the long brown hair was the color of dirt where anything can grow, particularly my heart. It cascaded in confused curls around your shoulders, and like all kids you paid attention to none of it.Continue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Giulio Magrini”
And Afraid There was something there with them. Rachel could feel its eyes watching as they stood around talking while they went on and on about the lake house. She stood there in a trance witness to horrible visions of chained maniacs. And the brutal man who ruled the insane with an iron fist. Dan,Continue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Robert Ragan”