Send up to three poems on the subject of or at least mentioning the words hell and/or heaven, totaling up to 150 lines in length including stanza breaks, in the body of an email message or attached in a Word file to donkingfishercampbell@gmail.com by 11:59 PM PDT on September 22nd. No PDF's please. Color and B&W artwork are also desired. Please send in JPG form. No late submissions accepted. Poets and artists published in Four Feathers Press Online Edition: Hell or Heaven will be published online and invited to read at the Saturday Afternoon Poetry Zoom meeting on Saturday, September 23rd between 3 and 5 pm PST.

Wednesday, September 20, 2023

PJ Swift

The light


The light was all around him.  It was impossible.  Not to feel. Promise.  It was impossible.  To imagine.  The dark.  The light was all around him.  And everywhere he went.  The light was present.   Radiating. From a benevolent force.   The light was all around him.  And he laughed.  As if anointed.  By the light.


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