A narcissist’s orison encounters his unquenched yagna as a petal meeting its crepitating conclusion, or a man opening his compeer’s door. Father, Is it not
Tag: Poetry
The Siren’s Song By Frank De Canio
The Siren’s Song A fantasy does not just open doors to otherwise inhabitable realms. It drafts the body’s senses as for wars with an insurgency
Three Poems By Amelia Díaz Ettinger
To Think that in the dim light of morning’s silence, i count the ways a bird calls; I’m here, I’m this small satisfaction earns me
Two Poems By J. M. Jordan
Flint River Basin No, this is not the spring foreseen: from sudden frost and then to flood of piled-up jetsam, fields of mud and trash
Occupied Territory By Algo Gourley
Occupied Territory An eye for an eye Has made us both blind. What’s mine is now yours What’s yours was once mine. An endless story
Three Poems By William Conelly
THE GRADIENTS BETWEEN A falling branch, bull moose or bear, the stray shot from a hunter’s gun— ex-urban friends consider threats like these unworrying. They
Grand Little Things 