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The Days When …
By Whitney Wetosi: The days when I could paint my lips And walk around comfortably in public The days when short dresses were my thing Flaunting my hourglass figure as I walked They were the days when I walked with…
By Whitney Wetosi: The days when I could paint my lips And walk around comfortably in public The days when short dresses were my thing Flaunting my hourglass figure as I walked They were the days when I walked with…
By Stephanie Mbachu: Memories Wanna be able to write your name in my heart Even when we fall apart Wanna be able to scream and yearn for your touch Even when my soul goes oblivion Memories of you written boldly…
By Stephanie Mbachu: Pain in light Waking up everyday Ought to be a miracle Yet it’s not I be living in a mirage The struggles Heal my soul from crumbles The meat on my table I wouldn’t get without tears…
By Emmanuel Iworah: Logical Reality Looking down on our table Greeds buried Intent For folks whose souls submerge regret You can’t hide from time Watches every moment you step Bare fruits for birds that lack a nest Love is more…
By Alexis karpouzos: When day comes we ask ourselves where can we find light in this never ending shade? The loss we carry, a ocean we must wade. We braved the belly of the beast. I have seen you in…
By Alexis karpouzos: When you look deeply into yourself you may be able to see that there is, in this moment, a quality of aliveness that is animating you that is not philosophical and is not abstract. It’s independent of…
By Alexis karpouzos: All humans on earth are one. We descend from the same family of common ancestors. We are, in a quite literal sense, siblings, and like siblings we depend on each other’s love and care and responsibility. We…
By Debbie Middaugh: WITH YOU, I had a fighting chance. WITHOUT YOU, I have to pay in advance. WITH YOU, I found a reason to believe. WITHOUT YOU, I’m absent without leave. WITH YOU, I lived in the sun. WITHOUT…
By Debbie Middaugh: I was made For war. She let her Sugar pour. She was made For peace. I fought with The police. I have a head Full of bad ideas. She is making Home-made tortillas. I’m a work In…
By satish verma: What ignites you when snow falls on your eyes and you start seeing the nightmares of fire. Still pain. What you begin to feel. Temple was black. Inside the jewels sit as golden moons on walls. You…