By Anabell Donovan | Poetry
Poetry is wind song to a troubled summer, the smell of weightlessness, on silent...
Poetry by Continents
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...
Brown bag
By George Fraser
In my head are images of you I am sure it’s what keeps me...
In my head are images of you I am sure it’s what keeps me...
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,...