Lakota Rose Long ago, when our dawning world first shown, the prairie’s grass and sage mantle was bleak. Mother Earth disdained her robe’s lack
Andrew Clunn: The Siren Temptation Fools told you to seek contentment, and to cast me away. They claimed I bring pain and disappointment. That
By Olly Buckle That Sort Of Bloke “It is a cliché that there are two sorts of people,” he said, “But when I look
by Darren White Tear this cage away from me, Take my hand and save me. I am locked inside of me, There is no
by Michael Edwards It’s not that I am in a straight jacket in this place of eternal institution that bothers me. It’s the fact
by Jennifer Christie Temple Snow White had grown tired of living in poverty in a little cottage in the woods with her poor father.
Pared (Syllabic Meter) bullish rhetoric excavating foundations to build upon sand each brick in the wall demolishing decency building barricades civility pared layer by layer
by Harper J. Cole: Resistance of Memory I find no solace in the past it was not as I now perceive time in slivers,
By T.L. Murphy Peace, Brother for Glen We have shoveled enough silence and plowed enough wine to know the bottom. That dark nematode. All
by Harper J. Cole One fine April morning, Antimony Jackson tripped over the collection of stuffed animals that cluttered her hallway. ‘Bother it,’ she
