Poetry
Rolling Machine || by Andre Peltier
November 24, 2021
_____________ We sat in the sea oats after sunset smoking cigarettes & laughing. He told me about girls…
_____________ We sat in the sea oats after sunset smoking cigarettes & laughing. He told me about girls…
Can you see in this poem the hopes and dreams Of a nation packed and sealed up in bulk and then kept as th…
I fell for the trap of believing Chekhov is universal during the second day of my practicum. when I picked …
“YOU HAVE PICKED A very spine-chilling evening to attend our tour. Ladies and Gentleman, my name is Mr. Gre…
THE SUN IS HARSH on the skin, blistering even. The waves quell its hotness. By the shore, the ground is luk…
Seated under a black scaled tree whose leaves shiver, fall and rustle in tonight's billowing wind …