Even when Death inhabits a poem, he does not own it. He is a squatter. In fact, Death owns nothing. – Todd Moore
Crow Knows on a knoll of vibes a shaman dances to the sounds of life listening to the tales of lost tribes have we no desire to book return passage nor means besides crow could carry us out to spread Continue reading Crow Knows & Two other new poems by Justin Rogers
NAMELESS find a place where war never was make a home without roof, or walls where everyone visits, and no one leaves where hate forgot where love reigns GYPSOPHILA ELEGANS our darkest dystopian fiction pales in comparison to this pseudosociety Continue reading Nameless & two other new poems by Justin Rogers
COWGIRLS Boots Heels Spurs Jeans Hips Chaps Hats Holsters Pistols Quirts Saddles Cinches Ride Cowgirl Ride LE CIRQUE MAGNIFIQUE FIAT papier-mache melts away serfs save elites from the fallout no golden pea to be found beneath the shifting shells peons Continue reading Cowgirls & two other new poems by Justin Rogers
CIRCLE the blast radius of a hellfire missile fired from a predator drone can be measured by man an undeniable mathematical calculation in our killing fields of hellfire children are known to be children the colors that were once their laughter Continue reading Circle & Two other new Poems by Justin Rogers