Advent
Original Poetry

Advent

~ by Jeremy Silvernail Mary bounced with the donkey’s stride.She sighed as she looked at her belly – so wide!She was proud she was going to be a mommy,but she sure did miss her tiny…

London in 1895
Original Poetry

London in 1895

~ by Charles A. Coulombe The Knights still ride against the foe,     German flappers do the Charleston yet,         Sherlock Holmes sees the game’s afoot,              And it’s always London in 1895.   We are all riding…

Credo
Original Poetry

Credo

~ by Charles A. Coulombe Robber Barons and border LordsGiant’s Rings in Elven hoardsVenison, sweet, with blood-red wineMystic wizards of ancient lineWise old monks in woolen hoodsFairy Kings in deep green woodsA golden cup to…