By Dominic Vitz i haven’t been for a while, for i was afraid of what he’d say to me the doctor diagnosed yours truly said i’d been bitten […]
Poem #2
By Elizabeth Estrada The lines drawn between us are made of chalkkept together through the cult of culturebut when do these chalk-drawn lines become glued to the cement?when […]
Judgment Day
By Elizabeth Estrada can I be late to judgment day?or will that be added to my list of sins?my words spill out like the gust of wind you […]