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The Sentinel
A frozen Demon glaring from above So motionlessly patient during his watch So still he never greets with fear the dove But grants his rigid shoulders for its perch. The scar-cracked sculpture’s a looming host A stone sentinel cut from granite grey I never fail to notice his weathered post That gives security during the […]
Fireman’s Age
He walks encased in clinging clothes A prison he forever loathes His gloved hand gives life to all Who mock him with the names they call He saved the very man last night Who turned his back just now in fright At his wrinkled burns that line his skin; Scars of the fire that come […]
This article is part of a fictional novel. Events are not real. Last year’s prep football player of the year, Jacob Stevens, was shot in what police are calling a drive-by shooting. He survived a few hours, allowing his mother and sister to say good-bye, but unfortunately, his father, John, never got that chance as […]






