Under the hot sun succumbed by the smell of fresh cut grass
The sound of garage doors opening and closing,
birds chirping, dragon flies lying around the sky,
close enough … Read More
Author: Chena Priant
Before I was not yours and
yours from some temporarily kinda twain soul
owned with forbiddance, the soul is continuous
seamlessness-
that earth closed unlike the public knowledge out the … Read More
By Maya Angelou
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them,
They think … Read More
