by Priya Chouhan Not enough stoicism to collect the shredded love, beauty within fading hard, sufferer of worst nightmares, a perpetual night inside my putrefied flesh. Head resting on a white…
by Ken Anderson I wandered deepinto an almond groveon the neglected groundsand would have never noticed him, appearingfrom a shady niche, if the air hadn’t blushedwith that golden glowwhich casts…