She sits stitchingㅤ …stitchㅤafter stitchbody slumped in rocking momentumㅤwith…
Otto leaned against the trench, its frozen walls perforated any comfort they may have…
by Joe Váradi
The little girl traced the coloured patterns on the patchwork quilt like a maze... Red made a path like this, yellow went here, if you…
A response to A Maguire’s After the War
“Report.”
At six, my son fell in love with dog snotThat’s what he called the runny eggs I servedBefore that he…
Walking the waiting time,through long lost fields of bending corn,as the backs of broken men,under…