Poetry by Donte Jones
Cedar HillBy Donte’ Jones On a stone pier surrounded by waterNot fresh, yet vibrant, aroma of…
by Donte Jones VA
Cedar HillBy Donte’ Jones On a stone pier surrounded by waterNot fresh, yet vibrant, aroma of…
by Donte Jones VA
Love is Only HalloweenBy Damarcus Ivey TodayWhat if someone dressed upAs your lover?Masked their emotions and…
by Damarcus Ivey
Almost 8am, feeling bored, a bit lazy, I decided to drift towards work. Pulling open the…
by MIchael Wayne Hunter
HypochondriacBy Xavier Davis If I could purge how I felt with words,Rivers and streams would flow…
by Xavier Davis
Several weeks before Christmas the word was out. Kittens were available. A mother had a litter…
by Terry Daniel McDonald
At The City’s EndBy Raul DeLuna It is humbling being at the city’s end, away from…
by Raul DeLuna
Pigeons are rock-doves, albeit, darker-colored than white doves, and sometimes called, “Sky Rats” Their feathered finery…
by Linda Henning
Various tech companies are trying to change the prison environment in favor of the administration, eroding…
by Linda Henning
Passion is the fire we feel on the inside when we care about someone. Her name speaks…
by Monique Houston
Lust Not LoveBy Zachary Brubaker I fell madly in love with you, you had total control.Let…
by Zachary Brubaker
