A SONNET FOR ONE NO LONGER HERE I am so very tired of grim tombstones, Meaningless names and dates, flowers as dead As the ones
Two Poems by Robert Okaji
Another Goodbye Look: my windblown self, laid open, or, another insolent word like the wing of that crested bird rephrased and tossed aside, broken.
LOW DOWN HAIKU BITTERSUITE [6] By Gerard Sarnat
LOW DOWN HAIKU BITTERSUITE [6] i. Microbiophobia [2] During pre-COVID, precocious an asset; now pre-cautious preferred. Masked, we insisted all kids still stalked
Grand Little Things 