Boy-cut panties, crumpled on the floor
Weapons stashed behind the door
Crucifix bedroom wall backdrop for
The sexting pic sent to you,
Un-asked Modesty is a luxury
When life is exposed
For all to see
These are poems that never
Had a chance
Shot down, on some city street
By scared-to-death police
The Fishermen of Dragon-Tooth Beach
Michael Paul Hogan
We anchored the rowboat and waded the last hundred yards ashore. The water was barely above our ankles, but we had to pick our way through a miniature forest of mangrove shoots five ten fifteen inches high, laid out like a tank trap between us and a narrow wedge of sand.
High on the beach four fishermen were stowing their gear. Their boat was drawn up almost to the tree line. There was a narrow road between the jungle and the bay. A fifth man came out of the jungle and joined them. They stopped what they were doing to watch us negotiate a path through the mangrove cones.
The girl slipped in the thick gray mud and I reached out instinctively to steady her. Feeling my hand on her bare shoulder she jerked away, almost slipping again. We continued forward in silence. There were no birds and the sea behind us was dead calm. The only sound was that of our feet squelching and glooping in the mud. The girl’s legs were plastered blue-gray to the hem of her short sarong. The girl made the beach and I followed her.
Kathrine LaFleur’s Moonlight Hunting
Moonlight Hunting follows the character Moonlight on her quest to find the evil Persuasive, Barnabas. Moonlight and other Cardonians are trying to free the minds of the other people from all the sectors before Barnabas takes over their minds and makes them do his will. Death will come to all who resist him.
Moonlight Hunting is book two of the Cardonian Chronicles. It will keep the reader on the edge of their seat. I loved it. This is Ms. LaFleur at her best.
The Cardonian Chronicles may be ordered here.
THE APPARITIONAL TRACE:
In a recorded moment in history,
time stood still.
A tragic event occurs.
Death takes place,
in the form of murder.
Needless to say,
that it was a very violent death.
Then the ghostly aftermath,
hauntingly settles in.
A barrage of cries, screams and groans,
seem to echo throughout the house at night.
Tenants are affrighted when they go inside.
They say the dead never really rest,
after such a tragic death.
So beware of the apparitional trace.
AN AUTUMN PRAYER
The sun’s golden rays
shine gently down upon the trees,
And it makes me want to say,
O Lord, I thank thee.
The burnished colors of
Red and orange and gold
Stir a feeling of contentment
Within my soul.
Another summer has passed us by, and yet,
When I gaze at the autumn sky,
I feel the peace and joy
of your love near by.
The heart lost for ever
Everyone has a heart in body that sucks the world daily every moment I find the heart within me that sounds much as a morning bird became tired and more and became fired at last it got lost for ever.
In the darkness of night
What I know, know not at all whether it is fit or not What you do, right for me. I think you do always the same But is there any to take up from the sight of the world? open or hidden. our eyesight sparks in the darkness of night.
Here is a dot there is a dot no other place to stop only the glittering of eye and heart that beats the drum of the world I can see the path to walk where everything is placed with beauty and blush.