Mother by Wishaal
The lights of the city are brighter at night, When the dogs finally feel safe enough...
Read MoreThe lights of the city are brighter at night, When the dogs finally feel safe enough...
Read MoreThe first day I saw you, a lump lingered in my throat, nausea aplenty with memories of...
Read MoreI am writing this on the map To steady my trigger finger. It shakes now. They...
Read MoreYour promises of Heaven were void Now that you’ve even stolen the ground...
Read MoreBy Fatima Ijaz “Without fear of infamy I answer you” Dante, Inferno, Canto XXVII 61-66 The very act of keeping a diary is meticulous, keenly observant and defiant. How so? Well, it takes the very nerves of...
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