The seasoning house The seasoning house is percolating inside out, Cadavers piling in closets telling stories Each bone tells … More
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Tag: Jamila Ouriour
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
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