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Poem: The Reckoning

By: Janna Vought The world is wrong about me I’m a genius, broken girl sprung from Hell. Hell, where nectar flows from stone flowers and blackened apples shine. There are no humans here, only ghosts and shadows. Descend slowly, dark angel,…

Poem: A Mother Repents

By: Indunil Madhusankha With her head lent against the front post of the shack, she plunges into freakishly terrible concentration Dumbfounded and as still as the motionless stump Her mouth is open in blighting apprehension The fear that tortures her…

Poem: My sever[ed] us

By: Linda M Crate cool winds soft snow it seems perhaps i was wrong to liken you to winter it isn’t always harsh, you are; sharp always as the thorns and thistles that catch upon my flesh and my skirts…