Poetry by Kashawn Taylor
The Bathroom Just Smells Better During Late Night, Okay?By Kashawn Taylor at last!I topple offmy bunk,…
by KaShawn Taylor
The Bathroom Just Smells Better During Late Night, Okay?By Kashawn Taylor at last!I topple offmy bunk,…
by KaShawn Taylor
PTSDBy Desmond Best Poetry that has substance for the devoted,The great-great grandkids of discouraged voters.All the…
by Desmen Best
The Real MeBy Anthony Butler The real me needs love and acceptance,except this fact escapes most…
by Anthony Butler
Luna We met by chance,One October nightAt the school danceBeneath the moonlight. Despite the darkA coward…
by Eric Perez
Seeing What’s ThereBy Rivelino Lopez Was I blessed from birth or cursed to this earth?Who’s to…
by Rivelino Lopez
Even KnowBy DR Allen(For Haley with love…from Dave) Along the shore ofshowy shoulders’ sheenher heavenly hair…
by D.R. Allen
In Memory of Marvin KayeBy Jacob Rowan Born through —A rosebud portal of romanceA cold blue…
by Jacob Rowan
Your SmileBy Jose De Anda Within my fleshI’ve photographed your smileWhile you left in remnantsLive crumbles…
by Jose De Anda (CA)
All I Have To OfferBy Kenneth L. Wells, Jr. Broken into a thousand pieces is my…
by Kenneth Wells
Eyes That HearBy Michael Singh History ignores the unheard voice. Case in point: On an international…
by Michael Manjeet Singh (CA)
