Spring in fall
Poetry Corner
Every September,the campus blooms again. Not with liliesnor daffodils,but with books and new looks.With crowded hallwaysand long Tim’s line.With confused…
Every September,the campus blooms again. Not with liliesnor daffodils,but with books and new looks.With crowded hallwaysand long Tim’s line.With confused…
I come from a land of wealthnot measured in gold,but in the soil that remembers every footstep. A land of…
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(Trigger warning: Mentions of violence and sexual assault) “I’m poor, Black, I may even be ugly, but dear God, I’m…
The one leaf on the floorDemilade Akinleye The orange tinted leaf lies lifelessOn the floor that birthed itStem since detached,…
you could have just said it to my face.Vedika Awtani i shall not award you the satisfaction of declaring you…
GillsAyomide Bayowa since I last saw a corkscrew pop a gaseous cache, self-split broilers had saluted a handful of worms neglected eggshells,…