Carolyn Miller: By the Time
By the time the light reaches us, empty
sunflower fields are pitted with more craters.
May 18, 2022 · 2 Comments
Bunkong Tuon: Two Poems
I wake up overwhelmed
with love. Time slows.
I hear each beating of
the wings on a hummingbird.
April 26, 2022 · 1 Comment
Doug Anderson: Put Your Hand In My Wound
Jesus out of his tomb and wandering
among the rotting corpses in Ukraine,
dragging his bandages behind him.
April 24, 2022 · 11 Comments
Dmitry Blizniuk: Three poems
the night is the clear conscience of the beast
April 19, 2022 · 6 Comments
F.R. Foksal: A Slice of Surreality
a cozy little square
where local drunks would
congregate to damn
the vicissitudes
of their tipsy
fate
April 12, 2022 · 2 Comments