By Meredith Whiteley It rained this spring. Not the “just enough to mess up the windows” kind of rain we often get here in the desert. This was the rare kind that came to stay awhile, pattering for a day…
Yellow Tree
Author: Guest Writer
Blood Stains (Part 3)
By Sharon Curtis At the first light of dawn Sweet Mary and I go Together we will face the tomb How ~ I do not know. On arriving at the tomb The soldiers are still there We ask if they…
Blood Stains (Part 2)
By Sharon Curtis At dawn, I open up my eyes And see it lying there It all comes flooding back to me With my blood stained robe right there. How can the sun rise today? How can it lift its…
Blood Stains (Part 1)
By Sharon Curtis From the splintered cross they took Him Removed the thorns and nails They laid His body on the ground As the world around me pales. As I looked upon His battered form I took Him in my…
Stressing Out
By Ann O’Malley I feel like I’ve aged ten years in the last twelve months. I’m tired. My brain isn’t working right. I just want to curl up in a ball and sleep until the pandemic ends. I miss the…