Poetry is vastly gaining the right momentum and awareness lately. But it was not so many years ago when major part of the poems in this book were written. I was the drama Coordinator of the Drama Group of the Church then in our local Church. Drama and Song were their love, never Poetry for the conveying of the Christian message. I have to write a form of poetry for the group that would appeal to the sensibilities of the peopl...

An early Gilded Age story. Róisín Campbell was eighteen when she stepped off a boat in New York Harbor in the summer of 1870. She knew little of the world beyond what she’d seen in her small town in County Limerick, Ireland, and what she’d read in the novels she devoured when her chores were done. She knew no one in New York other than her cousin Jimmy Regan and Michael Henry, a dapper bachelor she met on board who would...

I live for your nightmares. You won't see me....hear me....or know me, but sooner or later I will come for you. Up from the ground, on the winds, or down from the sky. You will then see me.... you will scream.... you will die. Aaron Wolfe wakes up unsure of where he is, surrounded by a darkness deeper than night with a distinctive metallic smell he could almost taste. Using the flashlight on his phone he makes a gruesome disco...