By Ryan Quinn Flanagan She tells me she woke up out of a dead sleep, that she feared it would be like last night, but she reached over and felt my side of the bed still warm so she knew it was nothing like last night. * The snooker boys call their shots which would … Continue reading “Broken Glass Under a Shattered Sky”
Silent Type
By James Diaz They said; show yourself as you are but i was rusted pylon twisting in Tucumcari wind glint of the seed that would not take you cannot measure a fall without falling... ...hard what shatters tests high ground against rutted earth i would row out into the red dawn, reed of loss in … Continue reading Silent Type
Academy of the Heart And Mind 