
“Barren” by Dana I. Hunter
A singular creation never to be reproduced crying within an array of useless female organs designed to create musical laughter Continue reading
A singular creation never to be reproduced crying within an array of useless female organs designed to create musical laughter Continue reading
Matted, twisted, dread loc’d afros of thick wavy knots a texture of curls inherited. Visions of childhood braids adorned with Continue reading
A man and a girl sit beside each other in a boat I know a great deal The man says Continue reading
The spaces you leave, I fill. The crevice in the conversation, the hint of pause for breath, I flow into Continue reading
When we were younger, I came to your blue room a room that meant nothing besides an offering of endless Continue reading
The man you’re with knows curvature confusing only to you, it is an old playlist made in middle school, the Continue reading
What the Eye Perceives Rosalind Franklin, 1952 Breeze feathers the lake. Aloft, an eagle scans, rising on the thermals. All Continue reading
Almost hopeless to the point of tyranny she must be a sad Vacant lame struggling case to have such Continue reading