Fiction
Invisible Spirit by Patricia Rossi
If only she could recognize me, she would realize how truly near I am. Her wailing sobs silence my spiritual presence I am… the whistling wind the rustling leaves the…
PoetryThe Bluish Hue by Patricia Rossi
The Bluish Hue Midnight…I am doused in darkness, ignited in black suffocation… Yet I see an ethereal light? With apparent reticence dawn arrives shackled to an impenetrable fog… Mother Nature…