RAPOETICS REPRINT: If Not This Life by Erin Jones
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…
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…
To Doll Houses O bento boxes of freeze-dried domestic Elysium, you nurse the injured birds of our yearnings, expressing our deep and unshakable love for the family we never had, the one in which…
Time Out of Joint Now without warning winds change direction as birds lose the ability to fly in the following vacuum. You see, there is no consequential providence in the fall of any sparrow…