I Am The Master
The satin box of hubris exploded
covering farmlands with grey ash
Truth danced outside insolent ears
suffering from selective hearing
Why arrogance has a steel … Read more
Issue #2 Feb 28, 2021
Wreaths of Confetti
It could have been a piece of a kite
A propeller dislodged from a toy airplane
Or a frisbee – splintered by time
These piles of brightly colored festivity
That … Read more