Poetry by Marquez Clark
One’s Open EyeBy Marquez Clark I truly feel God puts painin one’s eyes, only to makethem…
One’s Open EyeBy Marquez Clark I truly feel God puts painin one’s eyes, only to makethem…
SmileBy Gregory Shiga The smile can bein several ways right or wrongthough a choice, consequence is…
Hot August Car Show At CTFBy Abel Castillo It was a sizzling hot day at the…
WriteBy Marino Leyba I’m trying to write but it feels like my inspiration has gone dry.I’m…
SilenceBy Sergey Danshin I have to capture silenceUsing word’s weightThose still momentsOf insurmountable massWhen there’s nothing…
You should not care about us … Almost a decade, I’ve been oneNot an exclusive groupObservation’s…
Fruit of the LoomBy James Terry II Wait one cotton – picking, Eli Whitney, Cotton Gin…
Maddie almost dropped the can of varnish when her phone buzzed. “Nix. Hi.” “Hey, birthday girl.…
What It Means to Be WokeBy Kenneth West Woke people are considerate conscious human beings dedicated…
Before I committed a string of robberies in 2014, I was a gigging musician. If I…
