Poem #16: Phantom Genetics
My grandmother was light-skinned she came from a pack of godly men and women in Georgia, but she always held her spine like grandmothers...
Beatrice Winifred Iker
Poem #15: We Were Nameless Children
As children, we were cursed beneath the oak tree off Dandridge Avenue we forgot our names & everyone else forgot them too Our mothers...
Poem #14: happy new years
i would never tell you to forget your wounds stardust is many things but it is not unwounded we are not storyless, challengeless,...
Micro Story #7: I Am Not a Tablerapper
The handcuffs are tight - tighter than they oughta be. “You’re a criminal,” I’m accused, viciously, on the other side of the plastic...
Poem #13: Giant Like Wolves
I did not know I hadn't experienced Death as an adult until it happened. How can that be? When Death stole my lungs, breathing became...