New Pop Lit‘s Open Mic is back!

After a brief hiatus during which our editors endured attacks, got married, and experienced other fun stuff, we return with another truly terrific poem by D.C. Miller.

We’ve begun asking of late for the literary art to be reinvented. No one is doing this in the poetry realm quite like D.C., who takes the poetic form into another dimension.

–we are in a desert-

WHAT exactly is D.C. Miller talking about? 1917? 2017? Kings in squares and red silk dresses? A search for God? We guarantee the poem is not about Trans-Am automobiles, but about today– and ourselves. Listen in: