Edgar Allan Poe

The red death had long devastated the country. No pestilence had ever been so fatal, or so hideous. Blood was its Avatar and its seal -- the madness and the horror of blood. There were sharp pains, and sudden dizziness, and ...

Wanda Phipps

Thursday, September 17, 2020 slo-mo melting images in my brain dali does a cartwheel california’s burning orange skies smoke wired through clouds do I hear fireworks In the middle of the night in new york or ...

Max Blagg

I want this poem to become as curvy as the hottentot Venus's posterior I hope it's worthy of your serious survey you can see I'm rather nervé, nervous in the service but tonight I discard my corona fears so open your e...