Crestfallen by MYRYN VILLAFLOR I have travelled back in time the hypochondriac world over land and seas I discovered a garden of ethos one that depicts a heart and a Cupid's arrow a gentle...
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Aroma of a Memory by ALAN OCHELTREE JR. The lingering fragrance of a perfume I thought only you would wear, my mind spins about - wanting to catch a glimpse of your beauty. The scent...
The Writer, Ex by T. MORGAN He says his thoughts are tangled like Thorns Green thorn, tangled and torn. Once it was they meshed like gears, Tooth to tooth and sound to ear, The paper was...
Fresh Air and Red Skies (2) by T. MORGAN Eventually Ethos clawed, scrambled and struggled his way to the top, finally hauling himself over the swallow hole’s vast lip. He managed two paces,...
Fresh Air and Red Skies (1) by T. MORGAN Ethos awoke without his senses, yet again. He was lying in a black, blank space; he could feel, see, hear, nothing. He concentrated and remembered how to...
A Conversation With A Rose by FRANK MAGUIRE Thy fairest flower of fairest form So majestical and true Thy fairest flower would you mind If I sat and talked to you I’ll tell to you a tale of...