Over With by Chad Parenteau protesters chanting end now remove individuals to pandemic standing people few masks many carried virus …
Rx Poetry | A Thorough Scrubbing, by Pesach Rotem
A Thorough Scrubbing by Pesach Rotem My left hand washes my right. My right hand washes my left. My …
Rx Poetry |Could we Live?, by Kindra McDonald
Could we Live? by Kindra McDonald This spring all the grocery stores have run out of yeast. We are …
Speak as the Tree | Conversation with a Tree, by David Dephy
Conversation with a Tree by David Dephy Night is fading. Somewhere a voice echoes. Dawn floods in from afar …
Rx Poetry | Anonymous Thinks of Erasure, by Mary Moore
Anonymous Thinks of Erasure by Mary Moore My tongue worries a molar while I doodle the dream catcher that webs …
Rx Poetry | Bored, by Paul Crump
Bored by Paul Crump I cup my hands to keep the air prisoner at least until it is old …