by Debra Wendt | Poetry | Soul awake, a new day dawns emerge from desolation a cavern dark exudes finality that there is nothing beyond–the air reeks of struggle disappointment failure the striving in a world where success –the measure taken.

by Mike Hall | Poetry | It was a beautiful day under God’s heaven, But sadness ruled the hearts of the believers. For Jesus had been suddenly taken from them, Crucified on a cross by angry deceivers.

by Dr. William S. Kilgore | Poetry | Banished from innocence so fair, Draped in clothing unneeded there, Minerals and maggots in soil call, Provided dirt we'll eventually wear,

by Dr. William S. Kilgore | Poetry | One, oh, so devious and clever Introduced a world of hurt. Snatching the granted scepter, He left us, stuck in the dirt.

by Michael McNerlin Jr. | Poetry | The darkness with its hand ever stretched out, reaching, grasping to extinguish the light. Stalking persistently it’s prey to rout, till at last comes the perpetual night.

by Jimmy Lisotto | Poetry | As winter’s barren brown surrenders to green, Spring ushers in a transformative scene. Easter is a time of growth and reflection, Praising Jesus's holy resurrection.

By Jinanne Jones Espinoza | Fiction | The morning he died, they’d sat here on the porch, drinking coffee and waiting on the sunrise as they did every morning of their twenty-one years together. Now she stands on the porch alone, hands on hips, stalwart, watching the last of the well-wishers trundle solemnly down the long driveway.

by Noel Plennert Poston | Poetry | Who calls me forth, as if I could ever be forgotten, as one of countless stars and grains of endless sands?

by John Mitchell | Poetry | Her breath smells like raspberries and it looks like she’s walked on lump charcoal the soles of her feet warm from living barefoot in a childhood she’ll remember