CURRENT ISSUE - 1.2
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Sweet Erin you lay far from me,
In soils toiled by blight and blood.
Your deplorable, horrible, despicable, ignorable.
You reiterate, evaluate, desiccate, and exacerbate.
Can’t you accept the way you look?
I never knew a whisper, soft and sweet, could sing
In tranquil lapse.
A poem is when a scattering of swallows suddenly form a perfect v.
A poem is the angle which makes dew on a rose petal look like diamonds.
On a frosty October morning, I walk to a field
And lie flat on my back in the dewy grass.
I believe in
A Place for every Person to
The silence can be eerie
Dark, damp and cold