Surplus
by Anonymous
It’s Saturday, and we are so grateful to have a Sunday
tomorrow. We’ll sleep in.
Read MoreBy Yitzel Serna
i want to write something beautiful for you
something unique in time, in rhythm, and rhyme
Read MoreBy Nafisa Rashid
The great Langston Hughes once talked of dreams deferred
The type of dreams that are not preferred
Read MoreBy Suzanna Schofield
Breathe in, breathe out.
Smell the roses, feel the thorns,
Embrace life for all that it is, for all that it isn’t.
Return home, realize it no longer is one,
Maybe it never was.
Wildflowers grow on the side of highways,
Pollution spills over, and yet, they grow.
Even painful memories contain joy.
Read More