Blood and Moss
By Cathy Bryant The women pluck soggy handfuls of sphagnum, squeeze out the bog-water, and use the thirsty
Read moreBy Cathy Bryant The women pluck soggy handfuls of sphagnum, squeeze out the bog-water, and use the thirsty
Read moreBy Cathy Bryant While I sleep, they pull out my lashes and push them into my eyes. They
Read moreBy Andrew M. Bowen Stars glittered like a billion rings, deep snow and silence cloaked the terrain, ghosts swiftly flew
Read more(For Richard Dadd) By J.S. Watts There’s a tiny, wee circle, just off the lane by Crowthorne, cut light
Read moreBy Anthony Labriola Remember that they’re men*. They want to own you, save you, change you, devour you. In
Read moreBy J.S. Watts This is a wry one a dry one a fly one. Words rush by with no
Read moreBy Anthony Labriola I weigh the pros and cons of dragon slaying. No more damsels in distress, I cry
Read moreBy J.S. Watts Here it comes Another one for the lab slab, honey pot grab Keep your hand on
Read moreBy Anthony Labriola On your Urban Crusade, with feathered helmet and see-through shield, you’re more than halfway there: East
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