EXAMINE THIS REPORT ON EPOCH POETRY

Black is the color of my minor brother’s mind, the grey streaks in my mom’s hair. Black is the colour of my yellow cousin’s smile, the scards upon my neighbor’s wrinkled face…C. Michael Curtis, a senior editor with the Atlantic Regular monthly, said he considers Epoch "on the list of top literary Journals from the nation regarding the reg

Inside our more and more disposable culture, poetry waves the flag of permanence. It musters memory from the onslaughts of ephemera.…we go to fulfill the realization of makers figuring out who we are …recognizing tips on how to Reside, and what existence is… …we must spin by way of our seventh adventures in the endlessness of all present se