
Poetry
SALUTE by CID CORMAN
Nothing, this spume, virgin verse Only to point to the cup; So afar many a troupe Of sirens drowns in reverse. We navig…
Nothing, this spume, virgin verse Only to point to the cup; So afar many a troupe Of sirens drowns in reverse. We navig…
The Executioner's Dream By Kwesi Brew I dreamt I saw an eye, a pretty eye, In your hands, Glittering, wet and sick…
The Mesh By Kwesi Brew We have come to the cross-roads And I must either leave or come with you. I lingered over the…
A virus, small and mean, Infects and spreads unseen, HIV, it has no cure, Brings suffering, it's unsure. It doesn…