(poetry and video) Apocalypse (ἀποκάλυψις) is a Greek word meaning”revelation”, “an unveiling or unfolding of things not previously known and which could not be known apart from the unveiling”. As a genre, apocalyptic literature details the authors’ visions of the end times as revealed by an angel or other heavenly messenger.
Rx Poetry | Give Me a Reason, by Marc Carver
Give Me a Reason
by Marc Carver
I have the same feeling I had before the covid
people would walk away from me
or look at me strangely
or worry when I got too close to them
Rx Poetry | Musical Interlude I, by Crystal Stone
Musical Interlude I
by Crystal Stone
My country tis of thee
-se sticker name-tag interruptions,
of citizen strangers,
Rx Poetry | Skin, by Diana Radovan, Regular Contributor
| Rx Poetry | Skin by Diana Radovan, Regular Contributor I shed layers of skin like the green snake …
Rx Poetry | In Place, by Cheryl Dumesnil
In Place
by Cheryl Dumesnil
On the sixth day, I soak
cotton balls in peppermint oil
and stake them into mounds
the gophers have erupted
Rx Poetry | can’t breathe, by Lael Cassidy
can’t breathe by Lael Cassidy i already couldn’t breathe— grief had wrapped its arms around my chest like a desperate …
Rx Poetry | Tempus Fugit, by Saharsh Satheesh
Tempus Fugit by Saharsh Satheesh Night to day, and day to night, and night to day, ceaseless, till the sun …
Pandemic Poetry | Tender L{H}umens, by Hokis
Tender L{U}Humens by Hokis, Senior Editor Their beds- the center of Our universe, seeded only a few years back. In …
BREAKING NEWS! Rx Poetry | Bioconundrum, by Edward Allen Fuquay
Bioconundrum by Edward Allen Fuquay As the coronavirus makes its way into the den of politicians, The scientists of …
Rx Poetry | 80th Street, by Megan Crayne
80th Street by Megan Crayne every few hours in between coffee staring at screens, meetings (and the rest of …
Rx Poetry | afar, by Peter Fullagar
afar by Peter Fullagar from miles away i feel the unbearable burden for your safety. controlling your movements from infection, …
Rx Poetry | In Military Quarantine, by Nathan Porceng
In Military Quarantine by Nathan Porceng My reflection is a ghost, a civilian apparition. Locked up without grooming standards, …