Poetry - Year IV - Number 27 - August 2019

    MY YOUNG LIONS by Lynne D. Soulagnet

    BONDAGEThe intensity of your glarecould sear my fleshburn a hole right through me.I compress myself into the chair,use a book as a shield.I have done it again,rubbed sandpaper on your wounds.What did...

    EMBODIED SOIL by Sarah Conklin

    EMBODIED SOILby Sarah Conklin  You never loved me, I was just a body. I come home to dead flowers hanging on the wall, parched but aesthetically...