The game of erasing yelling
By Scott Ferry
It started one night, the 10,000th night of fighting,
M and I began to soften the ribs of the clock,
to allow miscounts, delays, skipped clicks of the fingers.
After the Carnage
By Tom Daley
Venus and Jupiter colluding
in the cool tureen of the summer solstice.
And the killer with his pageboy haircut,
resolute as dusty jewels or red pepper,
the myrrh of his indignation
Continue reading→
Mirror Of Light
For Sara Teasdale
By Bobbi Sinha-Morey
On the lap of earth petals
of light quivered upon her
grave, her spirit hushed
like love that had been
tightly sealed away, her
… Continue reading→
spring cleaning
By Shereen Lee
i slept through most wars.
still, there were many knives in the garden
upon my awakening:
always ready for someone else to sharpen.
the streets were littered with bombs and an
Continue reading→
Is this How Empathy Ends?
By sam sax
i don’t have it in me to flee again
so i suppose this is my country
good morning stop sign | 70 degree fall | gutted business | bus graffitied … Continue reading→