The Terraforming of Mars November 26, 2024 | 22 Comments | Poetry, Present-Day Poems There will be no edges, but curves. Red plains and skies instead of blue, ice as ice should be, deserts a golden haze here concept […]
The Hills Have Ruby Eyes November 7, 2024 | 20 Comments | Poetry, Present-Day Poems They would tell each other stories long after dusk had fallen, slice the cheese for charcuterie board and turn on the lights, it’s […]
At precisely fifteen minutes past eleven November 5, 2024 | 30 Comments | Poetry, Present-Day Poems I stare into the early darkness of a thick cloud cover, overwhelmed by absence of joy at this point and had done nothing to help, […]
