December song
By Claudia Serea
Gray December
of patrols in the street,
Hurry up, shiver, Be quiet,
December of listening to the radio
for clues, volume down,
and at night, listen to gunshots
and … Continue reading→
By Victor D. Infante
I’ve been looking at photographs from the ’80s, all the black clothing and wild hair. My friends and I were young then – in our teens and early 20s — but looking back, there was a … Continue reading→
To The Mother Of My Enemy
By Scott Woods
Here how he died: looking up at stars.
every constellation winking out
until only eternity left to mourn.
No angel came down for him.
His mouth … Continue reading→