ContributorOct 182 min readA Letter to the Past, a Poem by Nana Amma Adomaa AbrefaMama, do not weep for the flower that withered in the cold, for I have bloomed anew
ContributorOct 111 min readFaith Alone, a Poem by Robert FunderburkWords are not an action Nor downcast looks the heart of grief Whether in soul or transgressed body A warm embrace and prayer sincere
ContributorOct 46 min readA Happy Seat, a Short Story by Kenneth M. Kapp You got your Happy Seat; I’m going to have my Grouch Chair. Figured if I get down I may as well sit down...I tried it already. It works.
