By Cathy Briel I loved my dog I miss my dog I don’t miss my family. I ran from them at times....   The fall down the stairs with pills...

By Emanuele Bonanno The thought of a scapegoat slithers, coerced, Feasting raw on naked flesh and ancestral remains. Against them, it...

By Petty Dreadful A night of colour washed away            By silvery blankets of light.                      A moon dog so large...