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”
I may see you again, You watch me With mirth you might be Rubbing your hands togethor Wanting me. Maybe to shield Maybe to eat Maybe in heaven we will meet.
“I did not see thee Death” by Hector M. Rivera 4/18/2012 I did not see thee death, as you stalked through distant lands, you swooped so subtly low that blood ran cold to lead. Men of courage forged of tougher stuff, meandered down to darkened pits of rough and tumble bluffs. If you had claimedContinue reading ““I did not see thee Death””