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By A.J. Derro

Time again to tell a tale
Without regret, with perfect grace,
and more a mystery unveil,
the specters leave their resting place,
or rather, shed a light onto
and each and every long-left ghost
the misery we see in you.

By Laura Kemmerer

For the farther you travel into the interior of outer space, you shall know wonder.
For the farther you travel you shall become imbued with the light of the stars;
and you begin to misunderstand compassion.
For the farther you travel, you shall lose your humanity.

I went outside and sat down on cement
watching the breath move away from my lips
I was drinking cold coffee at two a.m.
and staring at the black sky…

An poem with photos by Rosa Sophia.

a quick spider she
climbs refuses the
safety of the web…

This vinegar fly

overlarge plump

punctually appears

at cocktail hour to

sip my beer with me…

You called me heathen and you called me heretic
You called me whore and you called me “Satan’s seed”
You called me witch and then you took my life
If I tended my garden and home daily
and my flowers bloomed, as your crops failed
You called me witch and then you took my life
If I [...]

This is the winning submission inspired by this week’s writing prompt in the PWC Newsletter.
Only fools grow old. A babe bequeaths miracles to the weary viewer. Sips of life are available, for the price of a play date.  You can instantly increase your daily tallied hours simply by being present and participating in your own [...]

by Diane Narraway
Dear Councillor Johnson
I wish to complain
About those two witches
From next door again
I called my dog in
Just the other night
When I was confronted
By a terrible sight
Stood over a cauldron
Wearing pointy black hats
Chanting and dancing
With their familiar black cats
And quite honestly councillor
All this bell book and candle
Is rather too much for
Us decent folk to handle
Our [...]

by Diane Narraway
Twas ecumenical poison
That started this war
And arrogant bigotry
Brought it to my door
With accusations of witchraft
My torture is justified
As you drink the blood
Of one crucified
Demons and devils
I allegedly conjure
yet I healed the sick
While you peddled torture
Macabre afflictions
Grace those you defile
Staining Christs name
With accusations so vile
And as Lucifers consort
I should truly repent
As your rapacious apetite
Defies [...]

by Diane Narraway
Buried deep within the void
Where everything and nothing
Silently waited to be destroyed
Heralding her new beginning
And in the cold dark nothingness
Destruction and creation flow
With effervescent easiness
As her light begins to show
A swirling mass of matter
That spews forth new-born stars
An energy that rips and shatters
In chaos unsurpassed
Yet somehow there lies within
A beauty and a peace
Bringing [...]