Propaganda
“Fires of Hate” Elysian Accord propaganda piece – Screen fades from black, displaying parts of a large-scale urban arcology in the foreground. The sky, backlit… Read More »Propaganda
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What Shall Be of the Leaf?
In a tight connection bound That Mother Nature herself had wound, A leaf and branch exist in unison Until frigid winter steps in. Autumn takes… Read More »What Shall Be of the Leaf?
Solo woman versus the Thief
When I hear about solo women travelers, And solo women hikers And bikers, and racers, and bakers, and doers, I am filled with immeasurable glee… Read More »Solo woman versus the Thief
Berries
In all of my years foraging for love I never knew that something unrequited could be so delectable. I almost hate myself for it, For… Read More »Berries
To Those of Us Who Deny
Before 2020 I hadn’t been acutely aware Of the significance behind a man’s stare. The mental plucking and pecking at my breasts and thighs Like… Read More »To Those of Us Who Deny
Fatale
Girl is born in a ball gown hits sixteen, and falls in love with the idea of being in love. Hits seventeen, and out of… Read More »Fatale
Group poem in tune to Goodbye Yellow Brick Road
Never be ashamed to fail, And never leave the battle Because you won’t get the chance To relight that dry, dark, dead candle. ~Daniel Wronski… Read More »Group poem in tune to Goodbye Yellow Brick Road
I see a star, I hear a cricket
through each tiptoed step, green grass lightly tickles. Phone left behind, I wander freely. In the dark the lamp by 3N illuminates Monsieur Swan: silver… Read More »I see a star, I hear a cricket
A story about Sonya
Do you remember Sonya? She was from Hartford, studied Journalism at Barnard but she would always hang at Olenka’s with us CUNY kids drinking… Read More »A story about Sonya
Great War – Prologue
Dark clouds gather on the horizon of time. For millennia, the superpowers have coexisted in peace. For thousands of years the Unity and the… Read More »Great War – Prologue
A New Day
A New Day Sitting on the edge of a river, Swaying both feet across the water, Creating small, swirling whirlpools. A young birch… Read More »A New Day
Spring is Here
Spring is Here We call this time of year chun jie Spring Festival Yet snow still stays It’s stuck Like the lazy couch potato… Read More »Spring is Here
