[tabby title="Poem"] The mountain sat beside the sea, Puffing strong and mightily. Said, “Ocean, do you think of me, Since I have grown this tall?” Said ocean, “sure, I think of thee. Your temper and acrimony. What use are these...

[tabby title="Poem"] her  voice a whisper her tears a stream her laughter a chuckle and her heart a Lilly beauty in death. [tabby title="Poet Bio"] Gill is a 16 year old girl living in a village just outside of Tzaneen....

[tabby title="Poem"] I am not afraid of my scars I'm not afraid of their depth How their mark seems to shape my life I'm not afraid that they have become- the root of my smiles They are just scars, they...

[tabby title="Poem"] You are a wildfire, they said But how does such a fire exist within a well of water? Can a home house both serenity and anxiety? Can conservation and consumption walk in together through the same door? Why...

[tabby title="Poem"] Today is my day, Elijah. Tread carefully so not to sully your holy shoes. For your war with the king Ahab, and the souls you’d abuse, and the innocent casualties in the middle. Such thaumaturgy: calling the mountains...