Section: Curios Corner

A poem by R. Foster

The Great Rest – a poem by R. Fisher   it comes quietly, the veil of white rain to still the Earth’s tremble,  the sting of ice below my soles bared to frost’s numbing breath–  i left my name, my baggage, my will in the city to become like a flower,  to bow my head and tuck myself  ‘neath Winter’s

A poem by C. Atticus