Alison Banville I wanna break lockdown with you Look what it’s turned me into… Fuck Thursday clapping! I’d rather...
tag: poetry
Edward Curtin It was early morning on St. Patrick’s Day and I was sitting in the kitchen eating a...
JR Leach I had this vision back last spring, When the land was ruled by corrupted kings, And greed...
Good evening, and welcome to the upside-down. Where what you see, can never be, and what you know, just...
Christine E. Black I want to be the child In my neighborhood, Kicking a ball down a wet street,...
John Griffin ASSESSMENT REPORT #5 (Final): GALACTIC INNER PERIPHERY ARCHIVE Excellency, As Sol transits the Dark zone, we expect...
For decades, Andre Vltchek, an old-school journalist and artist (but a young man) who travelled the world in search...
Faceless beings with muffled voices stare at me through dark sunken sockets full of fear and fright. Muzzled and...
Edward Curtin It is no different now. The yearning still gnaws. The night dark, utterly silent, Sky stretched endlessly...
Most people on this earth live on the edge of an abyss. Life is a daily struggle to stay...
Edward Curtin “About suffering they were never wrong,” wrote W. H. Auden in the poem “Musée Des Beaux Arts.”...
It fogs the mind that Century Twenty-One
Already has a sixth of its span run.
Those born in the first months...