By Anabell Donovan | Poetry
Poetry is wind song to a troubled summer, the smell of weightlessness, on silent...
Fissures
By Anabell Donovan
I read the night between light fissures, as my flayed self walks. For flayed...
I read the night between light fissures, as my flayed self walks. For flayed...
In the Shadow of the Bomb: Poems of Survival, by David Krieger
By Bill Bhaneja | Review
This is the third book of poetry by David Krieger I am reviewing. The...
This is the third book of poetry by David Krieger I am reviewing. The...
Again
By Aya Alon | Poetry
Again, I need to forgive myself Just enough To allow words to creep through...
Again, I need to forgive myself Just enough To allow words to creep through...
In between my fingers
By Aya Alon | Poetry
As the storm waters recede I am left in the aftermath Calculating the destruction,...
As the storm waters recede I am left in the aftermath Calculating the destruction,...