Poetry: Eye on the Scarecrow by Nathaniel Mackey
Eye on the Scarecrow by Nathaniel Mackay —“mu” twentieth part— The way we lay we mimed a body of water. It was this or that way…
Eye on the Scarecrow by Nathaniel Mackay —“mu” twentieth part— The way we lay we mimed a body of water. It was this or that way…
The Day He Left by Jane A. Odartey The afternoon brought ladybirds to the skies. The island swirled in fumes of petrichor.
When I have Fears that I may cease to be by John Keats WHEN I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has glean'd my…
Alone by Edgar Allan Poe From childhood’s hour I have not been As others were—I have not seen As others saw—I could not bring My passions from a common…
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