I whip out a poem every hour on the hour. I am the convenience store of hot poems, styrofoam words, …
Weekly Feature| The Gutting by Jeremy Proehl
My father hauled a dead sea turtle from a beach in the Florida Keys he coveted that shell, he’d seen …
The Axis is Ours Now
We never asked Him to drain their swamp. As He sorted that truth we altered gravity for Her. We …
Press Mute
Press mute And all your worries Shall go to hell And stay there For all I care. Close, I’m close …
Forging through the Flame: A Review of Bola Opaleke’s “Skeleton of a Ruined Song”
(Review) There is no way to best prepare for the creation of the world. And yet, here is a …
How To Not Fall in Love
a wikipedia search: keep your distance. keep in mind that you stumble too often, you trip over your …
Perihelion
Maybe it’s too much to ask. I’d like my grandchildren to see the dying of a silver star. I doubt …
The Ballad of Clay Huntley (Profiles of ego series)
*the following poem was written in 2019 (c) David L O’Nan published in Reflections and Fevers of the Mind Poetry …
The Grim Reaper
I have a tattoo of the grim reaper On my left arm Though I have not journeyed with him I …
