Tam and Friends
Thank you human beings of New York, and all the rest of nature, for kicking the profiteers out!
A Narcissist Writes Letters, To Himself
It’s been said the safest place to sit on the bus is at the back
but I think
the safest place to sit
is in the middle of that row of seats… 59 more words
The Dutch Raisin
when i see you i yell softly because i’m scared that if you hear me you will not want to listen.
two years and no blood where does that leave me? 310 more words
Cadence Collective: Long Beach Poets
By Nancy Lynée Woo
For everyone who knew Markus
He had welcome mats for hundreds in there,
in that boundless room of his heart. 547 more words
A strange pull, now,
and emptier space–
what the sunrise
lacks in warmth
it makes up for
All this time all… 75 more words
I refuse to be a wallflower.
An ignored echo in an asylum
that nurses rarely surrender their sighs to.
I want the bass of my voice to cause slackers’ 86 more words
They are all sunken soil.
Over thinking between my two-selves.
Waste from oil sites stain my
cheeks. Along with the rust and waiting.
No space has been rented. 90 more words