
“Shipwrecked” by Kiana McCrackin
The spaces you leave, I fill. The crevice in the conversation, the hint of pause for breath, I flow into Continue reading
The spaces you leave, I fill. The crevice in the conversation, the hint of pause for breath, I flow into Continue reading
She believed it when she saw her. Yawping for saints from yesterday’s times. Women with straight and luscious black hair, Continue reading