Struck was I by light She shone to my mind’s darkness; Show’d me thus my light.

Fiction, memoir, and musings, from Minotaur Productions
Struck was I by light She shone to my mind’s darkness; Show’d me thus my light.
I disappear when He walks in the room, you’d think He would take the hint.
This is what you say to me, as I leave for work. In those five syllables, I hear it all. I hear the mockery, the
Long-time readers here will know that the Parlando Project has been performing a section of T. S. Eliot’s “The Waste Land” each year to celebrate
When we lost our first pregnancy, Josiah, Concetta and I were have a tough time. I put a lot of time and energy into taking
Read Chapter 1 Bruno walked up the last flight of Ringston Manor’s stairs, and entered the hallway to Lula’s room. His hand hadn’t finished the