Poetry Bad Man Great things happen when good people pray. Father: Please make the bad man stop hurting mommy.
Poetry Bolonm What’s a mother left to do when in the wrinkled chapter of life her children are bygones, memories of tears stifled like sneezes.
Poetry Progress in Pages Our story began with calloused hands, wielding shovels, dreams carried on the backs of working people.
Poetry Featured To Oneself Star child: on the shore, the winds of change wash you from a depressed slumber.
Poetry Kong Strike Little could be recognised after the massacre. In eyeshot and periphery, the carcasses of a
Poetry Featured Jété Elected windward priests - faithful children, disillusioned - bid their congregants pray. - J. T. Tench
Poetry Orphan-Maker Ask the Orphan-Maker for mercy when bullet, from source to skull, claims its tax -
