“I saw the abducted baby being brought in on the back of a pick-up truck, the blanked lifted by the wind. She was half-eaten by dogs – they found her on a garbage landfill site. ” A new prose poem by Rose Mary Boehm.
“The opening between my legs / is too small / for a baby to come out.” A new poem by Rose Mary Boehm.
“She’d herself danced with the devil. / So she said. / Over and over again.” A new poem by Rose Mary Boehm.