Child Eyes

by | Aug 30, 2018 | Molly M. Hammis

Blink. It’s gone. Childhood innocence washed away from the storm. Kept it in your hands, yet it’s like sand, no tight grip could hold on. My great grandmother left the planet when I was ten years young. We called her Nana. We watched her die. Harsh, I know. Yet, the...

Blood of Christ

by | Aug 21, 2018 | Writing Extravaganza

I watch as this life giving force pulses out of me with no beat. Its flow creates a dank, dark, draft of red filament bleeding the dark sin-like matter out of me. It shows me its control by having no rhythm that is of me but only the vibration of the church that has...