Category Archives: Poetry

by Vesna Marjanovich before leaving Sarajevo, April 21, 1995 Cold windy night In a lonely station, the rain. I clutch my bag and cry In gray Belgrade. It takes forever when I wait train to take me out of my … Continue reading →

After Kelli Russell Agadon by Lissa Schacher It’s like hugging a stranger. I know this person is much like me, they too come from a mother’s womb, why must I be scared?   It’s like the sandwich I bite into … Continue reading →

by Patrick ‘StP@’ Bailey II Tryna figure where I’m from, Wana know how I got here, Tryna find out where I’m headed What my next step is, I’ll tell you,   From the dirt, On the flip side of the Earth, … Continue reading →

By Genevieve Tucker Perhaps you didn’t know that It truly bugs me when I am not constantly being rubbed. Your long white claw things brushing through my silky black fur. While my tail, with a mind of its own whips back … Continue reading →

By Ghulam Al Sharifi We are another part of nature reborn like so many rainbows, or like clouds moving in flocks. From one place to another we migrate to discover the world, and to reproduce. Flying above the skies, cross … Continue reading →

By: Jiro Jones We are sculpted with the Earth. Our legs are like trees,  made of red muscle and bone.   We are rivers and rapids of blood flow like nectar from the fruit of the vine.   We are … Continue reading →

By: Mason Jones I was a stranger from the moment I tied my apron,  A soulless worker,  Forbidden from any emotion other than that of pure joy. My face, a plaster mask, My eyes the only sign of life. My … Continue reading →

By Caleb Ghirmai I struggle to fondle this thought it glides over each piece of this question with my lack of wisdom.   How can I overthink? my lover leaves me heedless to the suspicion that this could ever happen.   … Continue reading →

By: Nathan Yockey   You peer out at me Broken and useless,  Naked and ugly   Void of life  Once  Lightning coursed through your copper veins No more.    We stare  Face to face I don’t see you.  You are … Continue reading →

By Adama Bojang We dont know the story behind his blue stature. His eyes, sunken behind the leathery cloak Of a skin. The hackneyed clothing hangs down By thread, beckoning for spare change.   He sits in destitute, his body … Continue reading →