Thomas Lux: Ode to the Unbroken World, Which Is Coming
It must be coming, mustn’t it? Churches
and saloons are filled with decent humans.
A mother wants to feed her daughter,
fathers to buy their children things that break.
March 13, 2026 · Leave a comment
Louise Bogan: Cassandra
And madness chooses out my voice again,
Again. I am the chosen no hand saves…
January 11, 2026 · 10 Comments
William Wenthe: Prophecy
In the predawn of Monday, I woke, dream-heavy
with a feeling of fate—like memory, but more
like remembering forward
October 3, 2024 · 7 Comments
