Sean Dempsey8-18-25 The lanterns burn with pallid light,And the corridors are still;Yet walls divide both joy and blight:Both mercy and its ill. The midnight hush is cold and long,The air with ether sweet;The measured steps of nurses’ throngBeat soft on weary feet. A mother clasps her newborn son!His cry: a trumpet clear.Her weary heart declares […]
A fictional political argument I penned this am. If only they all actually ended this way progress might actually be made… * * * CONSERVATIVE: The problem with you liberals is you want to raise kids in a padded playpen, keeping them safe from every bump and bruise so they never learn how to stand […]
By Sean Dempsey, 7/2/23 The Pastor awoke from a violent dream, and realized he could not move! He desperately tried to will his legs out of bed. He begged his arms to raise from where they sat placidly against the bedsheets. His body lay completely motionless; only his head would yield to his control. Panic […]
