Silver Pinion

To The Graduates One’s retired already into the police. Scratching down what you have and have not done according to the call...

Roses in desert; Blossoms colored in yellow, red, orange Have thick stems such as tree trunks Thorns like the knives hidden in a d...

In the Eye of Silence by Max Ernst We’re wreathed in robes of seaweed, air bladders’ amber beads, the hood of water over t...

On My 64 th  Birthday I Think of Dostoevsky He had no 64 th  birthday, his death put a stop to that—a late winter’s day, a dropped...

disallow purity with neuromodulators, ion channels, epoxy oxygen, genome omens, below a tedious umlaut. Interpretosis ,   ...