I’ve just had a poem published in the magazine pangyrus. Here is its opening, and a link to the entire poem.
Pandemic
Some saw a raven with ruptured feathers.
Some smelled the homeless millions pressed
inside a drop of blood. Some felt dark planets
I’ve just had a poem published in the magazine pangyrus. Here is its opening, and a link to the entire poem.
Some saw a raven with ruptured feathers.
Some smelled the homeless millions pressed
inside a drop of blood. Some felt dark planets
Wendy Drexler Poetry 