• Short Stories,  Works

    Gift of a Soul

    Alfred gingerly squeezed his granddaughter’s shoulder, a hollow assurance, he knew. “The hour is old and yet this wretched siege still bays its horn.” “When is it going to end, Grandpa?” “Soon I think.” “Really?” Elsa perked up with a bright smile, a contrast to the dark hour. “Do not let joy win your heart yet.” “Why?” “We are losing.” “Should we pray, Grandpa?” “It’s past the time for prayer.” “But, isn’t that what you do?”

  • Poems

    Soul Fairy

    You wish to feel You wish to be You wish for everything Then pay the fee Broke you say Not a penny or a dime You have a soul Then rich you are to me You wish to feel You wish to be You wish for everything Then pay the fee A little soul for me Tickles the lips Sweet sweet soul from you to me You will have everything You wish to feel You wish to be You wish for everything Then pay the fee What you give unto me I give unto you Tasty and sweet Your soul to me You wish to feel You wish to be…

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