Monday, April 21, 2025

PENITENZIAGITE

 

We laugh in the sunshine

We weep in the rain, 

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The Bluegrass Tavern Chronicles(14)

                                                        Feather Welch  Feather Welch was one in a million characters. He struggled with life...

  • The Race Home(short story-page 8)
                This bazaar behavior from Tara went on for over 10 months, she still awoke me each night growling and barking back into the nigh...
  • The Bluegrass Tavern Chronicles(page-4)
           One morning cleaning up behind the bar there was a loaded sawed-off double-barrel shotgun propped up beside the cooler underneath the...
  • Entangled
    There’s no rousing of memory and the only flustrum  of reason scurries away into the vastness of entanglement, suspended in  misery as the p...