Colossus He’s going to fall, like Ozymandias and all the others. That’s what giants do, the same as anyone. They’re just like us, though
Author: PKey
Working writer based out of Houston.
Swept clean By Linda Copman
Swept clean The matted earth does not resemble anything, smelling as it does of damp depths, of tombs, of flowers. I breathe in its
Two Poems By Diane Lee Moomey
The Work of Words Your villanelle assures the break of day, subdues green eyes beyond the fire’s light— my sonnets hold the roofless dark
WE KNOW By Peter H. Dietrich
WE KNOW We know where all the flowers have gone, Spawned from barbarian shadows, Darkness laughs now where pure light once shone, Killing the dream
Golden Key By Makaila Aarin
Golden Key Nestled in a velvet box lies a smooth gold key my love once fastened around my neck, chosen to remind me of
Predestination By Tony Marconi
Predestination I read over a thousand books then I was gone. I killed many men in combat then I was gone. I taught school for
Grand Little Things 