A Preacher in Search of a Choir

I do not want to discuss what a literary review is, although I should--discuss, not want to; I still do not want to discuss what one could be because I am only publishing this review for those who understand, and it would be lie in this context to say I am trying to convince anyone … Continue reading A Preacher in Search of a Choir

Death is not Dying [Flash Fiction]

She says my soul is her blank slate, a clay tablet for her to impress. She passes through my heart again, what she isn't sure she believes. I call out her name in my dreams. I wake waiting for her to respond. She continues to hammer her tacks into my head. I ask her to stop. She says I never listen. jvr