Poetry: A Place Called Home
Out of the Sandbox September 4, 2017By Gloria D. Nyhart The suns rays bounced across the water, Stretching throughout the wooded scenery,
By Gloria D. Nyhart The suns rays bounced across the water, Stretching throughout the wooded scenery,
By: Blair Pott Little did I know that hearing you yell would not be the only frightening thing I would
By Kevin Gandhi Today I’m sitting with my broken heart That made me develop this art, I thought
By Wade Prescott Black Spider on a rose stem Spider spins its threads Yellow streaks on its back like
By Wade Prescott Beautiful petals paint the lush green
By Cypress This place is so temporary, and time moves so fast it’s scary It ticks with such fury
Poetry and Photograph by Ti’Anna Davis She’s the type of person to have sleepless nights
Feminism, what is it really….Is it a catechism Are the answers already set up with questions in ‘em
By Wade Prescott Washes like a title wave over the land Flows into bountiful pools of cerulean,