Before the Cylindrical Razzia
Poetry by Arturo Desimone.
Sunday Comics
When my feet touched onto land: the Sunday Comics, the hot, dry sand. With one short breath, my chest expands. My body is my own again.
Another Weekend Drinking with the Sinners
Poetry by Gideon Burton.
Sunday Comics
She stands beneath the mistletoe screaming for him to stand beneath the mistletoe, screaming…Now I can’t help but read the Comics each time she climbs on his knee.
Except where otherwise noted, the content on this site is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.