John The Shepherd

John The Shepherd by Hector M. Rivera Prologue The hooded figure darted from shadow to shadow blanketed by a bright noon day. The gutted torn buildings gave birth to crooked shadows like some demented Dr. Suess nightmare. Empty rusted cars provided his cover as he slowly neared his prize. It was being guarded by aContinue reading “John The Shepherd”

“Ode to the Mosquito” (with disdain for government)

“Ode to the Mosquito” (with disdain to government) By Hector M. Rivera 10/4/13 A mosquito has sunk his rotten Bite, the paths of Academe are his delight. On pensive brow I feel that I could birth a proper axe to cleave his global blight, and rid the world of bloody jaws and bloody warsContinue reading ““Ode to the Mosquito” (with disdain for government)”