Poetry
hurt
//darnell l. jett
Look, regardless how we feel, shit been real back before “Emmett Till” could put his lips together and blow. And of course before Dr King relayed the dream we sit around and pretend that we could know.
oasis
//nels hanson
The water would/evaporate as you approached,/burning cellophane or shadow/of gas fumes from a can, just/before you arrived disappear in/air.
ma cherie amore
//wayne f. burke
I stood in the ice-cold/shallows with my girl/whose hand I held/as we crept into the water
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Prose
stilts
//mark jay
He was moving like hell through the park, thinking I guess he could outrun the flames, and behind him was this black drift of smoke and behind that damn near the entire school, teachers and all chasing after Stilts.