Tag: Perdika Press

  • “New Worlds” by David Pollard

    New Worlds The redwoods lime their twisted rust near the funereal waters’ greying tides. The wide winged phoenix climbs beyond its dust, an eyeing crow upon the wind it rides. Above the shore’s funereal cobalt tides of old Atlantic shores by old worlds dying, an eyeing crow rests on the wind it rides sounding a […]