The Silent Hill

The Silent Hill a poem by Kevin Allen The silent hill has no resting place anymore It is as loud and crowded as that other The one where the noises overshadow the quiet places of rest But there’s no resting there Not for the wicked Neither for the good It is a place of eternal … Continue reading The Silent Hill


The Sixth 8

The Sixth 8 Kevin Allen – Writer    ♦    Melissa Bird – Editing    ♦ Tia Myricks – Part time contributor    ♦    Krystal Clear Logics – Digital Promotion Into the Night A motorcycle, mounted by two riders silhouetted in the dead of night, is winding down near a tall rock formation. The … Continue reading The Sixth 8