September 2016

A Leaf by Russell Loyola Sullivan A small buckled leaf It skates across the deck Bits of green still cling Perhaps it is early to the fall There’s a crackling […]

Going into the Darkness

It’s one of my favorite times of year, when the light gives way to the darkness. Growing up in Brent’s Cove, Newfoundland, without electricity, cars, or TV, it was even […]

He walked past a barroom. Barrooms used to be a place where he could find escape and solace; not so much for the wine and beer, rather it offered the […]