RAPOETICS REPRINT: I Can No Longer Trust My Pockets by Michael Mark
I Can No Longer Trust My Pockets It used to be you put something in your pocket, it was right there when you got home. You never had to tap to check on that…
I Can No Longer Trust My Pockets It used to be you put something in your pocket, it was right there when you got home. You never had to tap to check on that…
If Not This Life If not this life, then this night, a few gentle hours. Hold me close, past my fears. Lead me to words I have so long denied. Erin Jones was…
Molten Lava Red by Dawnell Harrison If you like this poem, Dawnell has a whole chapbook of similar poems about the color red called, “The Color Red Does Not Sleep.” The book is…