Mass Extinction we cannot know what evolutionary biologists will call this age we cannot know which of our offspring will survive at night we count them and wonder which one will it be…
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Three Poems of Separation
The tree outside the barbershop was struck down sometime last night, its Siamese boughs wrenched from each other in violent divorce and the weaker flung to the ground— someone, some official someone, has hedged the…
5 Poems by Ryan Masters
“Kelp-choked cove cants to and fro; / a diseased eye vainly chasing light. I undress; / pluck the / dive mask from the weeping man’s hands; / step off the breakwater and crash through the surface…”