by Sarah Toney (This story contains suicide.) The air was thin and icy. Breathing it in felt like swallowing shattered glass. The city was beautiful from this height and the boy wanted to reach out and feel the warmth of the setting sun. The heaviness in his chest felt a…
by Don Morgan The ghost of night shades the waterfront, cliffs and his hasty footprints in the sand. Painted flowers and her tears flow back to the sea.
by Don G. Morgan I see the grandeur of the snow covered winter trees, and the lake. A cloud dark sky, the moon, the center of a filigree of light gleaming in the snow, reflected on the lake’s white frost. And above that a cathedral of towering pillars, mushrooms…