Poetry

Elena Croitoru July 17, 2020
I worried his soul had been out for too long.
Natasha Sajé July 17, 2020
they last seconds then dissipate like apologies
Ife Shango-Singleton July 09, 2020
My black sisters are often forgotten and ignored.
Most of the people I know are cone-shaped. Always protruding.
Dan O'Brien June 15, 2020
while around us the rude populations were moaning
Willie Lin June 12, 2020
Too prone to darkness all my life I have asked for a task, a purpose to survive me.