Tuesday’s with Tia

5:30 I wish I could write this walk down  I could become acup of ice water  the kind that swirls  around my mason jar  as my black tennis shoes  the black asphalt  and swirl splashing cold water  on too my hot thoughts  I could become the black ink  The gravel under 80° sun  And singed…

Cycles: Ending Victim Thinking

“Nothing is separate and all is connected because true transformation can ONLY come from accepting responsibility for life’s experiences.” – India Ame’ye Does this mean I have to accept responsibility in ALL of life’s experiences?   Even the things that were handed to me at birth like being abandoned as a child, health issues or being…

Purpose – Shade Bowman

Purpose They say if you’re not dying for your people what will your legacy be, Just another hood prophet with no chains on his feet, Stamina for knowledge, No college, But shake your hands when we greet, Dream chasers dropping dollars but in exchange we don’t eat, We’re just, Drowning in the possibilities since there…

Olivia Johnson

Words My vocabulary is shit Thus I am an unsophisticated, uneducated, uncultured imbecile incapable of complex thought I am a fool faulted with the infelicities of my forefathers I spew from my mouth the spittle of spineless sentences with no sense of how they sound or how they’re spelled My opinions are worthless My words…

Why Feminism? Gaopalelwe Olivia Phalaetsile

Why Feminism? BeCoz when I asked my father why I change my name after marriage, he said “You don’t belong until you married” BeCoz while my granny was teaching me to cook, brother was to manly to stand in front of a stove. BeCoz while I was in boot camp, training to be the good…

Twenty-Two~~ a reflection. 

At 22 I was at the edge of a cliff.Clinging to a froze pine  The river was running enough that if I jumped  I could become part of the Earth And never have to be 23. At 22 I was laying on the floor of my bathroom. A girl with curly hair slid me notes …

Dani Floyd

  I Hate Myself I hate myself. Staring in the mirror at a body that portrays a lie A 6 month belly with no baby inside It mocks me My hand on autopilot moves to caress you as my mind remembers…you’re gone Nothing I could do as my body turned against me A prisoner in…

Elizabeth Thomas

    me like boom, left me in June I could feel the heat Flaming across my face, Everyone wanted us to meet Sometime soon at any place.   His curly light brown hair Flowing like the leaves, In his eyes everywhere, Like branches on trees.   My smile happened right away, He said Hi…

Caelan Lacquement

    Scream My tongue has been torn out and my mouth sewn shut but my eyes are wide open and they will tell you all that you need to know Greyscale I am a painting rendered in shades of grey by an artist who lost interest in living in the light long ago White…

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Body Work

I thought I could  heal you  with my body. Saved up my kisses   converted them  into love notes.  Folded over  until the lines  were smooth, blue  and faded.  Papers folded  into soft hearts by young fingers  those shapes topped  with sharp corners. They give you  thin paper cuts,  underneath the skin and threaten draw blood.   …