Picture me waiting
in the nook by the window,
long skirt spread out, falling
red and wet-looking against
Death Poems
Ultimately we must learn to accept
our losses (as constellations eventually
accept their passing one
Killer Cocktails and Marshall Swindles by Jillian Garner I want to know what if feels like...
by Blazhia Parker I wish we could talk All I’m left with is mystery and interpretation What...
Plans by Jane Hanser He who offered so much life lies resting in the ground Stones and...
addio! by Denis Joe Farewell: the rain trickles like candlewax when the flame is snuffed out by...
IN THE MILE END ROAD ?by Amy Levy How like her! But ’tis she herself, Comes up...
The Tempest We were crowded in the cabin, Not a soul would dare to sleep, It was...
