Poetry By Michael Wayne Hunter
What Time Is It?By Michael Wayne Hunter A tap on my cell door. “What?” Hard Core’s…
What Time Is It?By Michael Wayne Hunter A tap on my cell door. “What?” Hard Core’s…
My Love Letter to the StreetsBy Gerardo Esquivel My infatuation goes far beyond emotionI gave you…
Dear Minutes Before SixBy Mark Torres It’s one second before six-thirty. That is bright and early…
Judge Not Until Thee Judge 1st !!(DECODE THE CHEATCODE) Manifestations of the conditions and standards that…
Her and IBy Michael Frangiosa, aka “GT Flow” Sometimes I just tend to pretendIn bad times…
Caged CultureBy Christopher Zambrano, Jr. Living in a cell or cubicle I came to a realization…
DOUBLE STANDARD/POLITICSBy Kevin Potts Two years after the birth of the Black Panther Party the Government…
Dare 2 DreamBy Douglas Lehman Beautiful you and beautiful me, every person, race, and creedDare to…
LoveBy Trevor Phillips Love is not easily definedThis four letter indites symbolism is extensiveIt reaches internally…
The Tiniest Seed 2024By Devaughndre Broussard What do I fear? That I’m popping it (fat-mouthing).That something,…
