Deborah DeNicola: Millennium Jubilee
We were called to attend the fake alien invasion. The subpoena arrived in a blue vellum envelope with a stamp of clouds and empty sky and a watermark hologram of a dove. They gave the date and time but Jim noticed the venue was missing.
Deborah DeNicola: And After Armageddon . . . 
When will we stop
interrogating our souls, instead throw them wide,
allow them to leave our bones behind to stencil the sand
Deborah DeNicola: The Death of Socrates
Even the guards listened in
as he taught his eternal lesson,
how to live like a moral human. Politics
back then—as now—rampant, wretched corruption,
a den of sociopaths in sheep’s clothing.
Deborah DeNicola: The Evening News
It’s another option if you’re ruling out suicide— Ruin rents the land and vermillion limns the fire. Wires scorch down the spines of weight-bearing walls. Rain rusts dull as a … Continue reading
Deborah DeNicola: What Words?
What Words could fold this paper into a tree? How can I coax its ridges back into bark, rub its creases into nodules, flatten its already concave belly for someone … Continue reading
