There were no funerals for the pretences we had preserved to mourn our futures. No gods to intervene or mock …
The Paradox of Separation. A poem by Sinéad Mongan
It arrives at night, hand-delivered to a party, a gift box devoid of sound but a rehearsal of the moment …
This Poem Has Teeth. A poem by Scott Waters
I find my son’s bicuspid on my dresser beveled little stone yellow and off white dried blood on the jagged …
senryu. A poem by Marion Clarke
Facebook memory . . . when a cough was still just a cough ………… Marion Clarke’s short form poetry has …
Breaking Open the Uncertainty. A Poem by Susan Richardson
This silence is nothing new. It made its home here long ago, nestled against the apartment walls, whispering sweet nothings …