I used to taste fruit so sweet and lovely. I would let the juices spill over my lips so I could lick them back into …
Press Mute
Press mute And all your worries Shall go to hell And stay there For all I care. Close, I’m close To seeing your brute face …
Forging through the Flame: A Review of Bola Opaleke’s “Skeleton of a Ruined Song”
(Review) There is no way to best prepare for the creation of the world. And yet, here is a recommendation to do exactly this. …
How To Not Fall in Love
a wikipedia search: keep your distance. keep in mind that you stumble too often, you trip over your excitement, and fall for someone …
Perihelion
Maybe it’s too much to ask. I’d like my grandchildren to see the dying of a silver star. I doubt they’ll be very big by …
The Ballad of Clay Huntley (Profiles of ego series)
*the following poem was written in 2019 (c) David L O’Nan published in Reflections and Fevers of the Mind Poetry & Art Digest. …
The Grim Reaper
I have a tattoo of the grim reaper On my left arm Though I have not journeyed with him I feel we are close friends …
The Nobodies and The Photography of G.M.B. Akash
“The nobodies: nobody’s children, owners of nothing. The nobodies: the no ones, the nobodied, running like rabbits, dying through life, screwed every which way. Who …
