EugeneThe moor is a place where everyone comes to purchase various items to show that they have ventured into the world of fairy or as close as they ever will get to the place.The moor has a darker side...

“Daaaaaad!”I yelled for my father the minute I heard the news. I cannot believe it. This has not happened in my lifetime.“What is it?” My father asked as he ran into my room huffing, trying to catch his breath.“My...

I am merely a weaver of wordsone who dodges all the herdson my way to something newfind my own path which is true Hiding safe within this rhymeI pass the years spending timeas if I had plenty to spareas of...