Excerpt of Justice House Shadows
By: R.H. Nicholson It is probably not possible for someone to devote a persistent part of his life to writing without contemplating his reasons. Perhaps it started with George…
The Surrealist Takes a Shave (For Sylvia Plath) The blade scrapes Reddened skin Sharp and stiff. It courses ‘round The nape of my nose, Across my cheek, And down my…
The Grudge you retain your luster like a pearl on an ocean shelf, undisturbed, protected in your crypt, the icy water preserving your power, polishing your poison, positing your pain,…