by Phillip Barron
Come home tired walk in legs sore hungry
fold a sandwich and get one episode
deeper into the show I tell
no one I watch then scroll
and tap and read and when
I uncross one foot Continue reading
Tag Archives: Freedom
Beckoned by Lilith
by Isabel Rhodes
They call me Maiden of the Night,
but I crawled out of the sun.
Celestial fluids dripped from my wings,
blisters marred my cheeks and bloody welts
rose out of my skin, Continue reading
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Hawaii Pacific Review 