Human family

Human FamilyBY MAYA ANGELOUI note the obvious differencesin the human family.Some of us are serious,some thrive on comedy.Some declare their lives are livedas true profundity,and others claim they really livethe real reality.The variety of our skin tonescan confuse, bemuse, delight,brown and pink and beige and purple,tan and blue and white.I’ve sailed upon the seven seasandContinue reading “Human family”

Have you earned your tomorrow?

Have You Earned Your Tomorrow BY EDGAR GUESTIs anybody happier because you passed his way? Does anyone remember that you spoke to him today?This day is almost over, and its toiling time is through; Is there anyone to utter now a kindly word of you?Did you give a cheerful greeting to the friend who cameContinue reading “Have you earned your tomorrow?”

The invitation

The InvitationBy Oriah Mountain DreamerIt doesn’t interest mewhat you do for a living.I want to knowwhat you ache forand if you dare to dreamof meeting your heart’s longing.It doesn’t interest mehow old you are.I want to knowif you will risklooking like a foolfor lovefor your dreamfor the adventure of being alive.It doesn’t interest mewhat planetsContinue reading “The invitation”

Still I rise

Still I riseBY MAYA ANGELOUYou may write me down in historyWith your bitter, twisted lies,You may tread me in the very dirtBut still, like dust, I’ll rise.Does my sassiness upset you?Why are you beset with gloom?’Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wellsPumping in my living room.Just like moons and like suns,With the certainty ofContinue reading “Still I rise”

Hands of a warrior

Hands of a warriorBY PATRICIA A. FLEMMINGPurple veins strain against the skin.Pale, translucent, paper thin.Skinny fingers clawed in monstrous shapes,Brown spots from years that she can’t erase.Now wrinkled and fragile, weak and sore,So many things she can’t do anymore.Some days she feels she’s been betrayedBy the cruelty of her advancing age.She rubs her hands toContinue reading “Hands of a warrior”

Love in the time of corona virus

Love in the Time of corona virus BY NIKITA GILLToday, we stockpile empathy.We supply love and good energy.We sing to each other across buildings.We say ‘I love you’ through social distancing.Do you know that writing lettersto our friends is back in fashion?And that we finally have time to read more books,whether historical or fiction?My cousinContinue reading “Love in the time of corona virus”

If mama could see

if mama / could see]BY LUCILLE CLIFTONif mamacould seeshe would see lucy sprawling limbs of lucydecorating thebacks of chairslucy hairholding the mirrors up that reflect odd aspects of lucy.if mamacould hearshe would hearlucysong rolled in thecorners like lintexotic webs of lucysighslong lucy spiders explaining to obscure gods.if mamacould talkshe would talkgood girl good girl goodContinue reading “If mama could see”