Opium Dreams
by Ralph A. Bane: Midnight screams and opium dreams Things cannot be as they seem This figure that stands before me now A vision from my past somehow Long has my love been in the ground And my heart has [...]
by Ralph A. Bane: Midnight screams and opium dreams Things cannot be as they seem This figure that stands before me now A vision from my past somehow Long has my love been in the ground And my heart has [...]
by Don F. Muchow: The heavy gray clouds hung low and seemed to close in around the weary man as he picked his way up the barren hill toward the lone landmark, a small stone structure. March winds pelted him now [...]