Chronic Pain – Iggy Oddity
My bones are the origin of small raging fires Sparking violence, body against body, Like any garden trying to survive...
My bones are the origin of small raging fires Sparking violence, body against body, Like any garden trying to survive...
Artist’s statement: Looking to the Future is a portrait of a little girl who lives near the village of Saut...
Edward Michael Supranowicz has had artwork and poems published in the U.S. and other countries. Both sides of his family...
Hunger Stones Hunger stones as memorials hunger stones as warnings of famine of drought of emaciated animals, failing crops of...
The woman in the photographs is your mother, but you do not recognize her. They are a grainy version of...
tied together through an ampersand separated by strings of commas and ellipses since the words never turn out right when...
Andrew was the boy who smelled like roses. All the time, unequivocally. We had four classes together, and I always...
Dust motes danced in pale shafts of late-afternoon sun slanting through the open drapes of the parlor windows. Less affected...
Treasure Buried Deep The trees of the forest behind our house smelled like black hickory smoke on the day my...
that month we walked around the block each night at seven. we did not wonder too much about the reason...
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