Blessed Dance
By Keisha-Gaye Anderson We travelersmark bends in this journeyby new wrinklesmore greynew mistakesand alwaysthe need to climbanother mountainview another angle […]
By Keisha-Gaye Anderson We travelersmark bends in this journeyby new wrinklesmore greynew mistakesand alwaysthe need to climbanother mountainview another angle […]
By Keisha-Gaye Anderson Where are the soldiers? Where are my brothersto brace meagainstthese torrents of shattered glassthat bury our pastname
By Mariahadessa Ekere Tallie Rainbow draped in brown,arched across time, field hollers, ocean &broken shackles collidein your voice, ancient seed,
by Nicole Y. Dennis-Benn “Some of my strongest memories of place today are still my memories of Nigeria. In my