(On finding my brother)
Marcus smiled down at Destiny. “May I buy you a drink?”
My mother doesn’t haunt these parts,Any visage of her just foxfire,A green glow from a green gone world.True, my pulse…
I read the champion’s book.Because of the significanceof the eyes of God,I set out to respondlegibly.Unchanged…
“Maid Marian,” a given title by her circle of friends, was secretly grateful for the perceived image of damsel in distress. She rose…
‘Can you tell me a bedtime story grandpa?’