Poem – By Simon Perchik

  This shallow dish dead center though its glass is commonplace shimmering into mist   –it’s not the usual birth or that fragrance still moist from the womb, reaching out   to be born in the open –you cool this tea the way every breath   divides in half then half again and again till all that’s left is snow […]

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Poem – The Fern (By DS Maolalai)

The Fern   these are days; people with nothing to do doing nothing. people with things to do doing those things. the sun out, loud and shining, like a child screaming at a dropped ice-cream, but weak enough to freeze you in a shadow. people sometimes in houses touching their hands against the clock. staring at computers. or older, looking […]

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