Poetry by Jeremy Mulligan
I Am….By Jeremy Mulligan I am a dog. Not in the sense of my bark, my…
I Am….By Jeremy Mulligan I am a dog. Not in the sense of my bark, my…
Obedient EndingBy Terry Daniel McDonald Fate exalts blind obedience.Hold it and be entranced,like white moths and…
FreedomBy Harold Wesley Freedom can only come from within/ not through setbacks or my sinswhen I…
A Mother’s NurslingBy DeAngelo Betts I went five whole years without a day without tears trying…
A Letter to Younger MeBy Andre Collier Dear Younger Me,I hope you get this letter in…
Pennsylvania WinterBy Richard Sean Gross Soggy ground grass yellow-brown Grey sky cold rain chill wind Snow…
Motherly Pains from My EyesBy Jameir Hines Because of the brutality of life for a Black…
DrowningBy Joshua WhittingtonWritten in isolation, November 2022 She floats in a river of sorrow, drowning in…
Fallen LeavesBy Ian Valencia Worrying over fallen leavesShattered glass and broken dreamsRepeated history is no mysteryWith…
Tainted LoveBy David Rosario It may be dangerous to tell you my thoughts,they could be used…
