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,…
October 2026
September 2026 | Vol. 134 #1 | Published Monthly | Writers' Deadline: September 26
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…