In the envelope of crushing darkness tragedy is the relentless pursuer of human fragile desires. Left to its own resourcefulness it rapes and plunders the souls of innocence with impunity. Thus the "Sickle of Pestilence" ravishes all insight. Dark, yet so lovely in presentation my dear friend. Love and peace to you. Jon Michael
I have been reading all of your poetry in the "Orchards Of Deliverance" and this piece although mysterious deserves publication too. You are a very talented lady, Vickie.
Chris has been fostered at the Crowley boot camp since he turned seven. At sixteen, he is finally ready to run away because his foster father is an abusive person who works Chris and the other children to the point of exhaustion. All he has left of h
Grab those side-irons, saddle up and join former Civil War sharpshooter Luther Henry for a ride into pure terror, western-style…think ‘Wild Wild West’ meets ‘The X-Files’.
and striking dark words for the dark season.
John
Will just smoke and ash be left?
This is beyond spooky - it's frightful.
Namaste from afar
Tony
Donna
Love,
Christine