The night is a nicotine patch. A burnish of black leather… A bleeding scratch …On a naked nether. It is altogether a womb, Some giants, eyelid blinking A mammoth’s, bog, tomb… Glinting of times, eroding. Sleep navigates… Read More ›
Day: July 7, 2018
Featured Author: Brenda-Lee Ranta
Brenda-Lee Ranta composed her first poem at the age of seven. Throughout her life, she used prose as a means of logging her experiences in a life which has been under ‘constant construction.’ Amazing to her, is that at the… Read More ›
