A WOMAN AT THE CROSS
Beneath the mountains, I stood, a vessel of silent strength, my soul murmuring through valleys of pain, where the winds weave tales, taunting, stripping the weight of shame. I embrace…
Yaa Walker
A WIDOW’S BRAWL
Objection, Overruled! A love versus a widow’s brawl… If thirteen years ago could return, Our hands would hold each other’s gifts, Our hugs would be snug in the warmth, I’d…
THE PORTER’S VESSEL
With knotted rope in hand, he drags the chest, creaking under its hidden weight— whether filled with treasures or troubles, who can tell? The road stretches long, yet each mile…
PRINT ON ME, DWELL ON ME
Dear self, Print on me, Prints of mint. Dwell on me, Dwells of sprint. Breaths, glowing dusk, With these opposed arrows, Create a scalp around our heads. Barrows settle in…
