Featured Poetry Getting Through Gavin Bourke | November 25, 2021 The air hung heavy, as death approached. Felt the sharp tip, of a bayonet, where the umbilical-cord began. Poetry Sides Gavin Bourke | November 25, 2021 Shins bruised and bleeding, coruscating. Black armoured hologram, intoxicated avatar. Firing dagger eyes, mouth on a...
Poetry Sides Gavin Bourke | November 25, 2021 Shins bruised and bleeding, coruscating. Black armoured hologram, intoxicated avatar. Firing dagger eyes, mouth on a...