A red sun rises over boarded factories, shrouding shadows of workers' ghosts Fire engines wail, packs of wolves in the night.

He lit the candle to send the night running and shadows flutter on the stray brown dog that sleeps at his feet. His wire rim glasses rest...

Pages Found from Old Man Winter's Diary There are patches of brown on my knees now. She's near. I can feel her in the wind. Daylight...

I stand in line at the store. a stranger from Syria, my last home a UN refugee camp. In front of me a boy, perhaps fifteen. In my...

The old farm buildings on the prairies hold many mysteries and secrets of inhabitants long gone. Their stories still resonate in the wind.

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