Prison Goes to the Dogs
It’s a quarter past nine on a Thursday morning, and save for the fact that the…
by Dan Grote
It’s a quarter past nine on a Thursday morning, and save for the fact that the…
by Dan Grote
Pennsylvania WinterBy Richard Sean Gross Soggy ground grass yellow-brown Grey sky cold rain chill wind Snow…
by Richard Sean Gross (PA)
Motherly Pains from My EyesBy Jameir Hines Because of the brutality of life for a Black…
by Jameir Hines
Tainted LoveBy David Rosario It may be dangerous to tell you my thoughts,they could be used…
by David Roasrio
In my nearly half-century on this earth, I’ve experienced quite a bit. Having spent more than…
by Dan Grote
Just ThinkingBy Edward Addison Victimisation: I ask myself what feelings come to heart? I feel afraid,…
by Edward Addison
ShoesBy Brandon Williams Not asking you to walkin those shoes…Maybe Just –Dance!Skip!Jump!RUN!Let that Metaphoric MonsterHit ya.Wear…
by Brandon Williams
So Many Stars Out ThereBy Joseph Mander Put your name on a poemAnd send it up…
by Joseph Mander
It’s Been So LongBy Robert Fisher I miss holding you in my armsEnjoying your sweet and…
by Robert Fisher
The Season of SubtractionBy Burl N. Corbett Each successive passing of an old frienddispatches to a…
by Burl N. Corbett (PA)
