twisting on the sun in the sky, vultures soar thinking silent. each tree unswayed by wind. afternoon crawling in the palm of my lost hand,…
July 2026
June 2026 | Vol. 133 #10 | Published Monthly | Writers' Deadline: August 15
twisting on the sun in the sky, vultures soar thinking silent. each tree unswayed by wind. afternoon crawling in the palm of my lost hand,…
At a certain point, you will lower your head to the pen.There will be a man speaking to the world as you write. It is…
Creatures of steel have no words, no mouths – just guns. They have lights in place of eyes, and no men yet aboard. They do…