I Scape Passion’s self-indulgent thrill, A raging storm undressed. We point ourselves toward golden hills Whilst earth and sea feign rest. The shuddering land’s muted
Author: PKey
Working writer based out of Houston.
Warm Torrent By Isaiah Hicks
Warm Torrent Reject use of absolutes, lest you fall prey To the dark and hungry corner of your room. What you cannot see becomes a
Two Poems By James B. Nicola
Redaction Now if upon the nodding of an eye another tear should coalesce and well, a contemplation crystal as a sigh be sprinkled like a
Two Poems By Stephen Kingsnorth
Spinning While stroboscopes and gallop hooves deceive the eye, as speed spoke wheels, I’m well aware our cycle lives (though don’t assume re-birth – I
Fingering By Aida Bode
Fingering So, which finger of morality should I exploit? can I disentangle from this spinning quoit? a digit offers cover along with failure behind it
WITH HER DYING MOTHER By Victoria Woolf Bailey
WITH HER DYING MOTHER I see them stand in public embrace. The reason that I cry – this moment in time, a spot of grace,
Grand Little Things 