Spring 2026 Poetry April 18, 2026April 18, 2026 Glyph dirt by George Quasha The demons we miss are the ones that charm us. We act in behalf of half-brain halving of truth seeing thereby the truer. Language is willing to fake it. George Quasha BiographySpring 2026 IssuePublished Online PoetryThere is no no believingIt’s always Friday now.Believing What You SeeGods’ graffitiWhen the time comesAngel in the detailsLiving action does not by consistency consist Related
