Poetry and Art by Jamila Ouriour The seasoning house The seasoning house is percolating inside out, Cadavers piling in closets telling stories Each bone tells … More Share this:TweetMoreShare on TumblrPrintEmailLike this:Like Loading...
Poem by Jamila Ouriour Tired of the dance I pack all my things My purse My identity card A few cases of some frozen … More Share this:TweetMoreShare on TumblrPrintEmailLike this:Like Loading...
Poem by Chris Robbins A Dash of Red in our Blues for Alice Walker A compassionate herald of democratic womanism adds a dash of … More Share this:TweetMoreShare on TumblrPrintEmailLike this:Like Loading...
