Eclipse of the Soul
I feel the dark It seeps within my bones, runs through my veins; It is a tangible, moving thing I know it lives Where are the souls That faded from my sight, that flew away?…
I feel the dark It seeps within my bones, runs through my veins; It is a tangible, moving thing I know it lives Where are the souls That faded from my sight, that flew away?…
Greetings and salutations, citizens! Today, I have the distinct pleasure of informing and expounding on The Adventurer: Curse of the Midas Box, one of the few movies I’ve seen that I can recommend to basically…
By Amanda Pizzolatto (alias Aurora Mandeville) Word count: 1314 Rating: G (suitable for all audiences) Summary: Divine inspiration is just a game--but a really intense game. “Well folks, welcome back to our Inspireball Championship! Jonah…
By Avallina Balestri (alias Rosaria Marie) Word Count: 371 Rating: G (suitable for audiences) Summary: A poet hopes to be a small voice for beauty and Truth. Let my life be spent out Like the…
Year: 1988 Filming: Color Length: 108 minutes Genre: Biography/Drama/Inspirational/Religious Maturity: PG (for brief language and intense thematic elements) Main Cast: Ben Gazzara (Don Bosco), Patsy Kensit (Lina), Karl Zinny (Giuseppe), Laurent Terzieff (Monsignor Gastaldi), Raymond…
The candles flickered in the silence of the halls, yet their swirling smoke whispered to each other that death had fallen on this place, that it lay moldering on the edges of fallen…
Springtime comes around, Finding us caught, helpless In the merciless clutches of cabin fever, And it releases us, sets us free To go outside again, and enjoy the weather But only for a little while.…
The willows are calling The ice-river mellows Sparrows let forth a cry Of triumph over Winter, of hope soon unfettered Captive Spring bursts forth from her chains The oak trees are hailing The light in…
Sing of Mother Earth Who we must tend As grateful sons and daughters Born to soil and water Flame’s fury and wind’s breath As our natural inheritance The landscape has a face The rivers run…
By M.C. Pehrson Rating: G (suitable for all audiences) Word Count: 67 Summary: The poet recounts her unexpected meeting with a wolf One day, outside, I turned and met a wolf. Proud amber eyes Gazed intently…
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