As the world reels and groans And terror splatters red, The innocents perish Father’s mourn Mothers weep Brothers cry raw for their lost. Will the madness never end? And the ferris wheel [Read more...]
Soaring ceilings formed an intricately carved symphony of design over my head. Gothic arches securely held together with flying buttresses. The days and years artisans spent carving, [Read more...]
“?…,?…, peas.” At our puzzled look he repeated himself again. “I think he said Mom’s creamed peas.” I said. Envisioning peas floating in a creamy sauce, The Preacher decided that sounded like [Read more...]