November 3, 2023
I stepped into the bar where old men sat grumbling, young barman pulled pints from a pump.
October 28, 2023
October 21, 2023
“You will wake soon, my poppet.
Then you will learn this dance of the night.
But for now, sleep.
Dream of beauty, of fangs,
and of blood.”
October 20, 2023
Then the roosters, together, roared like they were the kings of the jungle…
October 19, 2023
October 16, 2023
Lint. Sounds like a town in Holland or Belgium, or the site where a great treaty might be signed…
October 8, 2023
I can no longer find the abandoned
house from whose fence corner
terraced above I-70, I watched the flung man
October 7, 2023
All I could see was troubles, from the suffering and the pain. There was a lot to sustain…So, I started to pray.
October 3, 2023
She remembered the campaigns against them, back in her day when they were obligatory…
September 30, 2023
the wind blows across my skin, the leaves tickle each other…
AUTHOR: Ammanda Selethia Moore
September 28, 2023
To go back in time, go
back to the little girl with a pill
bug in her hand. She watches
it curl up in a ball as her golden
hair tickles warm air...
September 27, 2023
