The stench of death loomed. Bombs exploded. Shots echoed along the street. Last words were forced from blood-stained lips, “Sophie dear! Don’t die! Stay alive for our children!” War dawned on the horizon. Gavrilo Princip steered Europe into conflict. ...
Erin Woodward
Erin Woodward lives among the great plains of Kansas with his family. Not one to be shy of hard work and long hours, he plies his trade as a full-time truck driver. He can be found in the autumn trekking through thistle and thorn or nestled high in a tree awaiting a deer. His works have appeared in Project Upland Magazine, Backcountry Hunters & Anglers’ Backcountry Journal, Sage & Braker, and his poetry can be found at missingsucks.com. He is currently working on his first book of poetry, Brambles.
