But He Wasn’t There by David Pitts
Nothing in Ida Cook’s earlier life suggested that anything strange would happen. Born in 1902, she lived for years with
A Magazine Of Fiction And Poetry
Nothing in Ida Cook’s earlier life suggested that anything strange would happen. Born in 1902, she lived for years with
‘How did I end up here?’ That was the thought that swirled around my head that Sunday afternoon as I
Tom came from a place where January was not January but was called Wolf-month. His name was not Tom either,
I lay in my bed All rolled up like a bundle of fur Tucked deep into my blanket “It’s morning”
—When a man steps out at dawn, it seems to him he has lived his whole life to create something dark
I remember the first time I had to cross the bridge into the Winterlands, I was met with a very
Sometimes I want to write a poem but I don’t have a poem. I thought of holding the door open
– You’ll face consequences you’ve never seen in history Since a single death is a tragedy, a million battalions slither
Sometimes when the longing wind of impulses is high on the hand till it is nightfall and the * luminescent
You are here this late afternoon with sweet windfall under the guava tree and the Earth’s fragrance of your first