Morning of December 5, 2022


death a breeding ground for life


revise the syntax to approximate the destruction

~Elancharan Gunasekaran

it's hard to throw away pictures of the dead

~Patrick Sweeney

Death serves me

coffee and sits

at the table.

He points outside.

Those trees will

remain without you.

Want more cream?

~Nolcha Fox

effigy’s final act of resistance: a smile

~Elancharan Gunasekaran

where the bleeding was internal rhyme

~Kelly Moyer

grey upon grey and into the afterthought

~Elancharan Gunasekaran

slipped away

you slipped away

into some foreign sea,

a message in a bottle

i wasn't meant to read.

~linda m. crate

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