Raping Spring #poetry

The loss of the Idyllic and ideal in a moment … such is Rape

A Look at the Past #flashfiction

When you look back at memories let the fragrance live on though the past may be only memories.

The Last of the Hearts (One Stop Poetry)

The game of life was on players easing into another hand spades, diamonds and clubs  flying one man controlled the game with high trump *** masterfully skilled keeping his eye on the others the cavalier swept more into his cache waiting to take it all *** … and there they were the helpless hearts could