Kahlil Gibran: War
One night a feast was held in the palace, and there came a man and prostrated himself before the prince, and all the feasters looked upon him; and they saw that one of his eyes was out and that the empty socket bled.
June 23, 2025 · 8 Comments
Kathleen O’Toole: A dimmer hope
First crack of crimson
in the January morning sky
engenders such an ache, not
only for the sun’s escape
from cloud block, but ours
from winter’s grip.
February 16, 2025 · 11 Comments
Ed Harkness: Transplanting Tomatoes Amid the Rubble of a Bombed School
I’ll plant Tamatim here
as an experiment
to treat the wounded ground,
June 4, 2024 · 5 Comments
Pascale Petit: I asked if I could leave the earth
There was a word for what was wrong with me
but no word for the troubles on earth.
December 24, 2023 · 6 Comments