Writing Gallery
Delinquents
/…lost in slamming doors and thrown crockery, we ran, jacketed, into ready offerings and prurient teachings. My brother, you did not live long enough to forgive the teachers or cry…
By Lee Dunn
Read MoreHospital Bed
/…before the smoke curled up in my blood
Flames hissing in my head
This is when I spoke softly to my little brother
And tucked him gently into…
By Slyvia Rose
Read MoreTouch The Sky
/…up in the morning,
breathing in the air.
The day has just begun
with the unexpected…
By Andrew Scott
Read MoreIf I Had A Voice
/…I had a voice to speak for Africa
My fatherland and that of my ancestors
I’ll gladly condemn the spate of inequities
That has gnawed deeply into our main…
By Christopher Okonkwo
Read MoreThe Street of Destiny
/…the path we journey in life…
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…follow a path
to a destination unknown,
on a street with many…
By Brenda Arledge
Read MoreHealing Journey
/It's not personal...
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…largest boost in my healing journey was such a basic thing, once I realized that the abuse wasn’t personal, but a matter of availability, my worth could start to be seen...
By Tracey Ross
Read MoreA Periodic Journey
/A monthly sojourn on a dreary night.
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…subtle brightness of the light
shown through the dark, unstormy night
of steady rain, chilled summer…
By Ken Gosse
Read MoreGuns in the Sky
/…a man chanting “Guns in the Sky” on my walk in Central Park. He was close behind on the main road and sounded like a Black rapper. Of course I was surprised when I saw a balding, middle aged white man in a plaid shirt passing by. He looked like he was listening to music through earphones plugged into his…
By Karol Nielsen
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