Raven’s Grief

By: Christina Dixie @tdloveswriting Black raiment- a raven’s song generations’ misinterpretations are burdens huddled in a mini potbelly dressed in a vertical red bow. She hauls this unfair and undesirable load and scurries with cunning strengths equivalent to eight legs.

Abuse

By: Debria Cunningham @ ___jusdb Just when I thought life couldn’t get any better in he walked. The man who has come in everyday for the last 2 months.  “Hey, can I get a Venti Java Chip, extra chips and ice?”  I already knew his order by heart and I had literally just made it 2 minutes …

When I’m Dry

By: Eloísa Pérez-Lozano @elopoeta You have to ease through my welcoming walls my soft flesh stretching  to let you in as far as you can go   You thrust, gently at first my malleable muscle  growing  with your smooth circumference in and out forward and back deeper each time  A shimmering light fills my vision our …

December: My Taught Me

Over two weeks ago I spent an afternoon with Myleik Teele at Myleik Teele’s Live Podcast at Atlanta’s ScadShow. I’m still reveling in what felt like a one-on-one conversation with my money making big sister. I’ve felt a whirlwind of emotions as I grieve the loss of my bad habits and take on a marathon …

City-fied

By: Kathy Green @kluv_quietstar   I thrive off supersized servings of optimism cause city livin’ can be hard on the soul make you feel old and rushed and when you’ve barely gotten enough out of today your hear people say live for the moment and keep your mind open cause with a city-fied life nothings …