Afternoon soon fries to Hell in this pandemic’s surge whose June has evil things to tell and wicked ways to …
Passion. A poem by Sam Silva
Out there with the virus and other plagues the meanness of the old square block meanness and bullying of the …
For someone I’m glad I met. A poem by Sam Silva
I say this for you Sweet friend! A Christian girl with a big heart…not all of them have one or …
In those months tending towards dreams. A poem by Sam Silva
Secluded with Rachel in this fortressed yard with a forest of trees and shrubbery and the street lamps further down …
Unessential Heroes by Sam Silva
full sunlight hazy air which has the viral kiss for unmasked faces your nose is pointed and so full of …