Writing

1963

A Poem by yourhaircutman

“This is out of hate, not love.” Tears filled her eyes, but she held it in, just like she always had to. Being the black sh..

Conversations With My Father 3

A Poem by Lucas Jay

My father will never be able To admit to the truth; that he Is an alcoholic; most nights He drinks himself to stupor Stumbles int..

Conversations With My Father 1

A Poem by Lucas Jay

When my father found out I was gay He looked at my mother and said “Oh he is not.” My mother looked at him Wide-eyed..

Conversations With My Father 2

A Poem by Lucas Jay

My father calls beer Courage in a can But no amount of Alcohol flowing through My bloodstream will help Me ask if you want ..

dad...another word please.

A Poem by nigrum homonculus

the second installment to dad a word please. ties into the alcoholic series a bit. anyway the lines after "mum really needs you" is all of the words s..

Daddy, Where'd you go?

A Poem by Annabellious

You know, Personal S**t thrown into a poem.

His Skin

A Story by Diana Christina

"A lion biding its time in the face of man, a tide."

Tuck is a torch

A Story by Diana Christina

"The sun scalds down our throats. Blinded by light, we let our senses devour us."

Civil Europe

A Poem by Abdul Batin Osman Bey

Inspired by Hosea Easton who was an abolitionist who had connections to North Bridgewater and Middleborough in Massachusetts.

THE STOLEN GOODS

A Poem by EMMIE

Brown hands are red in the white seaPicking white things in thescorchingyellowTired drops of sweat fall from the bodiesSkin deep beauty stolen from th..

Chapter 1

A Chapter by Niko Timmy

Gun shots sounded and bodies fell. Many bodies littered the ground that had already been covered in blood. The ones still living were still fighting a..

Garbage Men

A Story by Diana Christina

Our detritus is our design.

Dear Grandpa

A Poem by RonnieBreight

Dear Grandpa,I miss your stuffed animals and eskimo kisses. When he does them, they're not quite the same. Not quite as food. Not quite as sincere. Yo..