The Death of Good Prose, and the Need for Resurrection

The Death of Good Prose, and the Need for Resurrection

By Sarah Elizabeth SaxI’ll admit it. I can be a literary snob. My siblings especially hate this—I’ll look over the books they’re reading and criticize the prose. Ah, well, it’s the consequence of having a writer for a sister.       Anyway, I love...
When The Dawn Light Breaks – A Short Story

When The Dawn Light Breaks – A Short Story

By Hannah HershbergerA boy sits alone on the beach in the predawn stillness, running his hand through the sand. It's cool, the sand, fluid like silk. Not that he feels it. He's numb, not the sort of numbness that comes from cold, but the blankness of emotion that...
Let My Life – A Poem

Let My Life – A Poem

By Joy Calle MartinezLet my life, O Lord, be as fragrant incense ever rising before You;let it be as a burnt offering laid upon the altar of Your grace;let it be a living sacrificeholy and acceptable to You.Let my life, O Lord, ascend to Your heavenly...
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