I Believe by Charles Carr-Satchell

in the road, the endless waves of traffic, the desertion of emptiness, the crazy road-rage elderly women, the dead duck lying on the pavement. …

The Daily Grime by Charles A. Farris

Morning sun creeps across the pillow, slaps my face. I wince as its glare pries my eyes open. I groan and slip from sheets…

Cinquains by Charles A. Farris

Image of Sound / Sometimes / In the blue ice / One may see faces and / One may hear cold poetry but /…
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