Thalassacide: poem by Steven Heighton
On the shrink-wrapped shoreline a madman sits shiva for the seas …
Proof
A poem by Elizabeth Philips
The Gatekeeper’s Children
This is the house of the very rich.You can tell because it’s taken allThe colors and left only the spacesBetween colors where the absenceOf rage and hunger survives. If you couldGet close you could touch the embersOf red, the tiny beaks of yellow,That jab back, the sacred blue that mimicsThe color of heaven. Behind the […]
An Excerpt from Long Exposure – poetry
Will I be happy.How long will I live.How will I live. Will I always be able to pay eight dollars to spend two hours walking through rooms of photographs.Sorry when they call for donations, not this time. A string of children ambles past, followed by a teen with hula hoops.Later through the glass door onto […]