Friendship
Look up to that velvety black sky To that pale white face staring down It hovers omnipotently abstract, ethereal, estranged. Full now, it is a silver dish of…
Ashes Remain: Prologue Part 1
I looked up, waking from a daze. My cold, pale fingers shook as they held a small black-and-white photo. It was of a small girl, maybe 16-years in age…