Holly Day – 3 Poems
Eventually, we’ll be reduced to an old couple huddled in a tiny bed...
literary mischief
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Eventually, we’ll be reduced to an old couple huddled in a tiny bed...
... if you have to trust somebody, trust the artists...
parachuting their stem-less dandelions from the sky— the wind just a whisper— touching down for a lunar-like landing
The protests in 2011 had of course never crossed properly into Belgravia. Disorder belonged elsewhere in London. Tonight the distance...
Just one night in an automobile plant and you’ll understand where all of the manufacturing jobs have gone and why they’re never...
A shiver of collaboration—of complicity—runs through me; I clutch my phone and sit with martial attention. A car eases down...
Like an itinerant cathedral galumphing to a stop, the city bus unfolded its improbable doors.
Dylan began to think that his mother’s plan, whatever it was, wasn’t working, but suddenly a bell sounded—quick, successive, hysterical...
Two military trucks rolled to a stop in the street below. Soldiers hopped down, rolled steel drums from the flatbeds,...
Frederick stopped at the treeline and made a face at God. "Just wait a second!" God shouted, annoyed. He leaned...