Poetry: DARK, FAMILY, FEAR, HURT, PAINFUL, RHYME, and SAD. The Man by Edward Matyja Pills. He took a plethora of pills. A provided, pompous, plethora of pills being popped every day without stop. Properly placing the provided, pompous, plethora of petite, purple pills into his palm, and then popping them down his throat. He does it… Continue reading The Man, Poetry by Edward Matyja
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Interview, Poetry by Aparajita Kumari
Hesitant half steps,
Ready to turn and rewind.
‘I could have done better.’ He thinks.
And looks at the folds on the crease of his shirt.
Three more interviews in the pipeline for today.
I wish I didn’t look so exhausted.
WILDsound Festival 