Burnt Offerings With which sacrifice will we appease the wrath of unnamed gods? Will we offer our first-born, the head …
Haiku Suite by Josephine LoRe
the croaking of crows in streets emptied by virusin the city a single black feather falls from the sky tulips …
April Fools by Josephine LoRe
out my window, a globe illuminates a sky of flurry filling car tracks, deerpath, footfall smoothing the steps we resolutely …
six feet by Josephine LoRe
police tape on the stairs of slides on swings a cortege of army trucks each filled with the dead bodies …