April 2018

Poem by Kristi Kar

Love in the Time of Black Death Doctors are said to have beautiful hands. Clean, white, and with long...

Poems by Kathleen A. Lawrence

Flock of Morose (spiraling abecedarian) Barbaric beaks         cackling crows         descend darkening        ebony eclipse.        Feathered

Poems by Haris Adhikari

Between the Walls   On both sides       they are, erected           to the infinite– W A L L S          that do not answer so many          a...

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