Neighbor, show them how I told the truth / And still, I lie / Drowning in my pool of blood / Adjacent to my pool behind / My house

"Intense, gripping . . . a one-two punch . . . written in fire and delivered with thunder," writes reviewer Kelly Luck. Dates of Show:...

To my National Writing Project Siblings—especially PLWP S.I.14, it was like a dream we wrote and we read until hands held our hearts and...

It has been said that Roses are red and Violets are blue Unless... The Violets are violent So violets are red Like all of the time They...

Pictured: Tristian Griffin, dancer and choreographer extraordinaire. Are we the dream; the wings; the key? Are we the trompe l'œil...

wheN the wood-winds drip spit… and sweet tears bleed sweat / weT and dirty with grief / thE only relief comes when goD breathes in us so...

I know we all love Dr. Seuss So here’s a poem Poet penned for you... Read old Seuss To see whole truth If you read, You’ll see I mean...

by Poet t.l. sanders Well, considering the given predicament, I present this BlackLivesMatter sign as a present sent to be opened in...

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