Poetry: Mind Mazes
Out of the Sandbox February 5, 2020By Lianys Olmeda Our hands are heavy with the jewels we hold to the sky Our noses are full with musk
By Lianys Olmeda Our hands are heavy with the jewels we hold to the sky Our noses are full with musk
By Tiffiny Rose Allen Florida, the land where I was born. Never really thought much about where I grew
“You and I” I’ve never known love until the beautiful day fate introduced us “I
“From Dusk to Dawn” The colorful day is bright One thing brings beauty to the sky: daylight
By Christine A. Thompson Photographs by Dr. Gregory Byrd As I drove to downtown St. Petersburg, I began
By Luke Granato A bottle of whiskey in one hand A dart in the other, The man closes an eye before
By Allyson Ashekun Dangling by a few strings, The puppet begins his show. Money is his puppeteer,
By Jolie Suarez