Blood Moon
There was in its eyes a glow the pale shimmer of curling mist at the edges of the sea an irradiated grimace not quite…
Yonah ben-Avraham writes for Vision Magazine.
There was in its eyes a glow the pale shimmer of curling mist at the edges of the sea an irradiated grimace not quite…
Large, coarse hands, with nails near-black palms etched with the moving of stones and the building of houses strength melds into gentle attention at…
I’ve seen your face and wandering body spread across the vacant sky I’ve lost so many wills to live wondering how I passed you…
There are words that sparkle grey in your eyes cut over a tall, rising building on the skyline I’ve heard poetry before, read works…