Poets
Awareness comes on like an atmosphere. A delicate mixture of humours and gas condensed from the chaos of space. It …
Awareness comes on like an atmosphere. A delicate mixture of humours and gas condensed from the chaos of space. It …
In my memory their voices are too much for a child’s ear, not overly loud or harsh just full of …
This is a rewrite of an older poem because I’m feeling the angst of a global meltdown… The …
When the telescope came in the mail the first thing I looked at was my brother’s eye. It was a …
On rocks at the veritable edge, lighthouses standout in refraction and reflection. Outliers beaming sixteen miles over serried …
Kitty Genovese (Murder 1964) She became ash, gray, smoldering, then cold, white, windblown. He smothered her in blood and semen. …