Slumber
A poem by Anthony Salandy
Slumber
In the summer, the fields come alive with flaming flowers
My Mother Said I Can Bloom
Ma, I'm Home
A Reminder:
You Will See a Yellow Hill
A Post-Apocalyptic Diary
Transitions
Soul Music
Observations from a crisp September morning, the day after a giant was called home
Dreamscape
WORDS GET CAUGHT
Mothership
Daughters of April
The Money Monster
contingent on cooperation