The Artist by R.J. Davey
The Artist He applies the first deft brushstroke To a blank canvas stretched upon an old...
Read MoreThe Artist He applies the first deft brushstroke To a blank canvas stretched upon an old...
Read MoreLife “It don’t feel right, Warden. It just don’t feel right at all. Not one bit.” There was...
Read MoreWho She Was Remains My wife, Eileen, already knows the loss I feel, and knowing, she is...
Read MoreMidnight Shadows Tree-cast shadows upon the fence In moonlit darkness Twilight sent Bold...
Read MoreYou Follow Running through the woods down the sinister path, you follow. Your cold sneer,...
Read MoreA Siren in the Rain Jenny was late. So, there I stood, alone on a suburban street corner...
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