“After swimming up / from the sea with the earth in his arms, Varaha / (a pure blueblood deus ex machina) went on / to mold the mountains and shape the continents.” Three new poems by Dan Grossman.
“After swimming up / from the sea with the earth in his arms, Varaha / (a pure blueblood deus ex machina) went on / to mold the mountains and shape the continents.” Three new poems by Dan Grossman.
“The ghost can’t see though its eye holes, / this world and the afterlife / never quite lining up. / This is the night the dead / relive life’s annoyances.” Three poems by Glen Armstrong.
“The ghost can’t see though its eye holes, / this world and the afterlife / never quite lining up. / This is the night the dead / relive life’s annoyances.” Three poems by Glen Armstrong.
“The clock in the hall ticks loudly, and the sound / Of quills against rough paper resonates in the room / Like the sound of tiny insects rustling through leaves.” A poem by Kristine Chalifoux.
“The clock in the hall ticks loudly, and the sound / Of quills against rough paper resonates in the room / Like the sound of tiny insects rustling through leaves.” A poem by Kristine Chalifoux.