She was born of the sea by Abish Qamar
She was a profound thing, a thing of no teeth, all salt. She lapped, never bit, with her...
Read Moreby admin | May 9, 2026 | Hand Picked, Poetry | 0
She was a profound thing, a thing of no teeth, all salt. She lapped, never bit, with her...
Read Moreby admin | May 1, 2026 | Blog, Hand Picked | 0
The television flickered in the dark, its pale light the only thing holding the room together....
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My foot lingers over the threshold– My flickering heartbeat Pausing at the entrance...
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Life! Life! Look, how nature has gained a new child, a young tree with shy leaves eagerly...
Read Moreby admin | Mar 17, 2026 | Hand Picked, Poetry | 0
The sea is generous It always is But I’m tired Tired of diving deep only to return with the same...
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Edward Michael Supranowicz is the grandson of Irish and Russian/Ukrainian...
Read Moreby admin | Feb 11, 2026 | Hand Picked, Poetry | 0
loving a folly much more than the true ruined buildings. understanding the...
Read Moreby admin | Feb 9, 2026 | Hand Picked, Poetry | 0
I heard the sunset drop its glass on hostel stairs and watched pigeons carve elegies in air. A...
Read Moreby admin | Feb 3, 2026 | Hand Picked, Poetry | 0
Another night of what they call the deep, slow-wave level of sleep, teeming with weird...
Read Moreby admin | Jan 27, 2026 | Hand Picked, Poetry | 0
I handcrafted words without knowing them, slow words, slowing me down, until they spoke back and...
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