by A.Z. Foreman | Aug 20, 2025 | Poetry
In the beginning was the word and every word was you As love turned flesh among us and reality came true. Eternity burst open like a sinner’s door to heaven. Our hands became the blasphemy of lovers, and reached through. My hand became a crown above the promise of...
by Bob King | Aug 20, 2025 | Poetry
There’s a 42 year old monument in Georgia that gives instructions in 8 languages for how to rebuild society after an undefined apocalyptic event, because who can guess the ways we’ll invent to destroy ourselves— implosion or explosion decisions...
