Recent Posts from This Journal
As the days grow short, the colours turn bold, deciduous trees discard green for gold, russet and amber, an autumn array. Seasonal palette of hues…
Prompt: The Girl and Death (Flickan och Döden), 1888 by Richard Bergh As the grass baked to hay, I turned my back to the threat always one…
Screams, whispers, begging, all went unnoticed, ignored - just my inner voice.