by Morgan Eklund
By 2050, plastic will outweigh
fish in the ocean and every Monday Continue reading
by Morgan Eklund
By 2050, plastic will outweigh
fish in the ocean and every Monday Continue reading
by Sujash Purna
The year is sometime in the second
decade of some century where they
spell my name wrong. The fear
of a roof caving in, overcast sky
buried in snow. Untimely fools,
they’re leaving me. The whale Continue reading
Filed under Poetry
by Beth Oast Williams
Opening is what my hands do
to catch what falls from the sky, loose
blossoms in wind, like snow in July. Continue reading
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by Chris Bullard
Hell is the new black.
Everyone is going there,
so plan a visit in winter.
The chill on your face
will almost make you feel alive. Continue reading
Filed under Poetry