Edition 17


The sunset melts above the Torrens, The ode of Kookaburras resume the day A veiled lady searches for her Qurans, Dusted at the corner of book display. The hilal spells a new moon, the holy […]

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By Peter Palmato Thorn Goodbye darling, The rose I thought I knew Was a thorn In truth Goodbye lovely, Kisses on your cheek I brushed my lips Past brambles in disguise Goodbye bad bitch, You […]