Some hopeful words.Sometimes by Sheenagh Pugh Sometimes things don’t go, after all, from bad to worse. Some years, muscadel faces down frost; green thrives; the crops don’t fail. Sometimes a man aims high, and all goes well. A people sometimes will step back from... See More »
I PoemsYour wild, long hair was red orange and your eyeshadow yellow You were wearing a green shirt and pretty shoes You looked like a flower I imagined kissing you and your wild hair would crawl up to cover your face just like a little shy plant It's... See More »
I PoemsThe City is howling by the streets Lights of fear Dance of clocks and machines Bodies running to their fate Steps hurrying into battle The City is burning alive I'm a torch trapped in my window I'm a ghost This is my limbo. The voices are... See More »
