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
Author: PKey
Working writer based out of Houston.
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,
Strains of Now By Joe Murray
Strains of Now A Villanelle The past is all our nows in effigy Well suited for burning on a pyre Our future bathed in bright
Three Poems By Matthew King
There Was No Light Left On Above the Door There was no light left on above the door. The house sat hunched in darkness like
Grand Little Things 