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
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
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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
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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→
By Robert Wynne
Veterans Day. Or not
By Robert Bohm
Soft purr of woman-breath
on the pillow next to me, the sound
of a slight breeze through
bulrushes by the river. I remember
a story I learned as … Continue reading→