By John E. Marks You can interrogate roses all you likeBut do not lie. The rain waters you too.In this human garden it is you who is the flower. Roses at the graveside:Blood red petals grown from the groundAn abyss of petals? Fervent and well paid scholarsArgue, when babies cry,That’s one in eye for scholarsContinue reading “Christmas Roses”
Monthly Archives: December 2021
They Killed My Little Brother
By KeKeDreams My friend my brother I miss you dearly This one hit more than deep bro Dam bro I was just with you I lost my brother to murder crime Left his blood, family beyond hurt We all crying Said he was called for somebody else’s beef They wrong, they have to leave youContinue reading “They Killed My Little Brother”
Christmas Crime
By John Haymaker Christmas morning held no real surprise for twelve-year-old Xavier. He knew what his elder brother Drake wanted and knew how he’d get it. He wanted a Christmas tree – a real one, not the ball of tumbleweed their step-father Fred suspended from the ceiling like a chandelier each year. Painted white andContinue reading “Christmas Crime”
Eye Films
By Keith ‘Doc’ Raymond There is an urban legend that downloading the last vision on a person’s retina will provide the face of the killer; this is patently false. The rods and cones sputter out, capturing instead the film that comes over the dying eye in decline. It obscures any image. I have tested thisContinue reading “Eye Films”
Crawling
By Matt McCain A dense layer of fog covered the long countryside road—the layer so thick, Deborah Peacock was unable to see more than five feet in front of her from the pavement level perspective she had. Her body ached in pain, but she continued crawling down the road, trying to get away. Much ofContinue reading “Crawling”
Crash and Dash
By David Larson Chapter One They had always been lucky, but it was dumb luck, the optimal word being dumb. Bobby and Jimmy Janes fancied themselves as brilliant criminals. They called themselves the Janes Brothers Gang. They didn’t even realize that two didn’t constitute a gang. The brothers looked like tweakers, skinny, dirty, with badContinue reading “Crash and Dash”