Poetry

Poetry

the undead
I grew up among the undead
those sepia strangers
blank faced gypsies
who framed walls and cluttered shelves
Allison Thorpe
July 5, 2018

Poetry

the saddest of angels
the saddest of angels is a girl who spends her days on black basalt boulders & sings the colors of night: crimson & cobalt,
Jeremy Paden
January 26, 2018

Poetry

Things That Earth No Longer Bears
Existence observed, without passion, the brief time of humans,
Linda D. Addison
April 4, 2017
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