Soon There will be a time when the fires are stopped, a time when the pits are not dug for fuel and when each of
Two Poems By Dan Campion
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
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
