The Road of Death
By Geosi Gyasi
the meat that scattered
across the road was human
flesh after all. that morning,
the ruling party had come to
our village to launch
a newly-tarred road.
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Frank Stanford sitting on a cumulonimbus near the gate that bypasses Purgatory
By Richard H. Fox
— It wasn’t a dream it was a flood — Frank Stanford, poet (1948-1978)
I need a wingman to watch my back
Rorschach
By Bill Livingston
The spilt milk on the table looks like a giraffe in heat.
The exploded pen ink on the white shirt looks like an abandoned lighthouse.
To Francisco Guevara, poet, longboarder (- 28 November 2014)
By Karlo Sevilla
I don’t know you:
Was surfing and by chance rode the ad for “The Reddest Herring,”
to be launched on your first death anniversary.