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Mother to Son
Langston Hughes Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair. It’s had tacks in it, And splinters, And boards torn up, And places with no carpet on the floor— Bare. But all Read more
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The Lights
Lydia Libby Side by side, silent are the waves. Pools of pale yellow and white outline their silhouettes. There is a soft impending whisper coming from the wind. Two shadows in the Read more
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Monday Blues
Jessica Spoto Freezing, cold, drowning in sorrow Numb the pain, it goes away Take the leap of faith tomorrow It’s just another day Growing, progress in a way Letting go just to Read more
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Sunset, Free Of Charge
Rebecca Dow I see the peach colored in-between of horizon, and storm. How do the birds receive that uniqueness on their wings? As the tide rolls out and my stocking feet clench Read more