Mohamed Nohassi ...and in the midst of it all stood a man quaking at the knees fires burning on the horizon fanned by the wind dance in his eyes there's a sword in his hand a mage's staff in the other a dragon lay dead at his feet the acrid smell of smoke and cinders … Continue reading Dragon Slayer (poem)
Desperation is the commodity we trade in no one needs to kneel without it no one needs the opioid without it no one needs the cancer cure it clings to us like ash and chokes the life out of our lungs illegal in some cases but not in all - and where it … Continue reading Desperation (poem)
A review for an older book of mine, a horror novel, called Still Waters. Thanks Rainbow!
Wendy reviews ‘Still Waters’ (Memoirs of the Human Wraiths Book 3) by F. E. Feeley Jr. Publilshed by Dreamspinner Press March 30, 2015, 222 pages.
Promise, Michigan is very much like every other small town across the state. Built on the edge of a lake, the homes sit in neat little rows in cute little neighborhoods. During the summer Promise bustles with tourists who come to spend their vacation dollars and enjoy the lake’s refreshingly cold water. But Promise holds a terrible secret. In the center of the lake is an abandoned island where a curse is rumored to wait for victims, unabated and deadly. Most think it’s just a story, something used to keep kids out of trouble. Still, everyone gives it a wide berth. Everyone except Bret and Adam. They dare to venture out the night of Bret’s birthday. When they declared their…
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I recently run across a video of a woman, tattoos, kinda brash, kinda rough around the edges, with the mouth of a trucker. And she called herself a preacher. I did a double take. What? A woman preacher? Then I listened to her story. Then I read her books, Pastrix, and Accidental Saints and through … Continue reading America has a deadly opioid addiction. I think this lady, can help.
Inja Pavlić deep shadow has crept across the face of the world there is a stirring deep in the bowels of the world a drum beat My dreams have been disturbing as of late familiar faces - in moments of desperation begging for help or saying goodbye Then there are the names Putin, Assange, … Continue reading Accidental Druid (poem)
Victor Rodvang You know, I could never really put my finger on what it was about M/M romance that irks me so bad. This has nothing to do with writing. But it has everything to do with the fighting. I've thought about it. I've wandered around it. I've left it alone and let it slide. … Continue reading The Irksome element in the M/M Book Genre
Matthew Pla sweet autumn morning strumming guitars sad songs and dappled sunlight mint in my tea, a stray gray hair conversations hushed over a gentle current of spiced air wistfulness, theme the taste of cinnamon and apple in my breakfast bowl dust motes dance in shafts of light my barefeet on the carpet fingers tapping … Continue reading Sweet autumn morning (poem)