RANDOMLY READ POEM: Cycles by Jan Marquart
Cycles A ghost with fangs hides in the shadows of dark corners where even the sun won’t dare go to capture rupture strangle until lightning slices the ebony night cracks darkness trembles mountains…
Cycles A ghost with fangs hides in the shadows of dark corners where even the sun won’t dare go to capture rupture strangle until lightning slices the ebony night cracks darkness trembles mountains…
A Final Prayer at my Lynching My only crime the color of my skin Look inside and see your sin The gallows rope cuts my throat Coarse fibers bite I have strength scarce to…
Surreal War My “Surreal War” began with nightmares about senseless chemical bombs in my city, my school, my own apartment. The attacks couldn’t be controlled until I awoke. One night I dreamt my comrades…