NEW POETRY
Peak District Park by Benjamin Rozonoyer, author of The Beaver Pond
Timaeus, A Few Closing Remarks Off Record by Joshua Alan Sturgill
Let Us Sing of War: And I think that the poet—the true laureate bard—will see at last this was as a great and fiery rose, a rose palpating with flame. Dante in Paradise saw such a flower; this was for the praise of heaven. But the red rose of war is for the purging of earth.
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