Blue Bird on a Cold Morning By anonymous bluebird lifts himself off the ground with only few gusts of wing strength    drawn up by a puppeteers string to land a flimsy branch it sags down with the…
Literary Junky’s Hometown
The Thousands Storm the Keep By Caleb Morris The thousands storm the keep- shields up, lances out, swords in sheath. Foe fells friend in sideswept ease; blood scent drifts in the breeze. Arrows down black block the sun- on…
