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 MoreMidnight Shadows Tree-cast shadows upon the fence In moonlit darkness Twilight sent Bold...
Read MoreA Siren in the Rain Jenny was late. So, there I stood, alone on a suburban street corner...
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