Look at Me when I awake at the break of day and I listen to the highlights of overnight I'm quickly reminded of how much you struggle...

Uncertainties How long more I will be supported as I have been? Where else I will find more solace, healing and a bit of the true...

Spirit Fire Review|A Poem by Donal Mahoney: Never Know Who Might Be Listening-

Turned I turn my head stiff with anxiety’s brutality and shame. I fill my lungs with the cold fumes of survival and find myself lost from...

Job 10:9 In this land where I yearn for You, dust comes to rest more expeditiously, and to accrue more substance than my weakening...

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HONORING AN ICON by Terri Winaught AMAZING voice that soulfully soothed, BALLADS of romance with rhythm and blues; CRY Baby became his...

Spirit Fire Review is pleased to announce our nominations for the Pushcart Prize awards for work appearing in our magazine in 2016. ...

LORD, YOU STAYED WITH ME Like a loyal friend, you stayed with me when life hung by a thread. You gave me strength to carry on when I was...

THE MIDNIGHT CALL  The ringing telephone shattered the quietness of the night. Fear wrapped around me as I listened, for who would call in t

Unashamed They hiss and wag their heads unknowing but clearly visible through opaline glass panels, not luminous incapable of producing...

Questions Who composed this cosmic puzzle sifting through dark dominions from the empty before? What ignited the blackness with swinging...

Needles and Pins Pins & Needles not in my hands, feet or body but in my spirit. I open my eyes, I am wound up with a tortured soul. Who...

"SMILE" Joe Taylor and the Sons of Thunder-Band Photographs-Meet the guys behind the music! Learn more about Joe Taylor and the Sons of...

A new journal. What’s so special about that? Well, this journal’s goal is to glorify God. Doubters welcome, seekers welcome, believers,...

"Yew Tree" Photograph by Richard Heiman Old Growth There's a fog round the yew tree. As if the mists of Hag's Head could rise sudden from...

Words of My Mouth I have been taught to let my words be acceptable, these arbitrary curlings of ink and sound, why would I shape them to...

An Empty Chair at the Table Cosmopolitan Trinidad and Tobago, my homeland, had achieved a milestone and became an Independent nation....

Not Yet The words are spoken so easily to our children, another delayed promise or perhaps an attempt to buy time. But the requests only...