27/F/Texas
Life, with its rules, its obligations, and its freedoms, is like a sonnet: You're given the form, but you have to write the sonnet yourself. …
29/F/Nigeria
I'm Joyce a crop scientist......I know there is absolutely no relationship with my profession and me writing poems but for me writing is living......a way …
Vancouver, BC
...until you've seen, this trash can dream come true...you stand at the edge, while people run you through...and I thank the Lord, there's people out …
in the garden of Eden
sundial, of stone and bronze, wasting, weathered green, measurer of time in years; doomed to erode; and YET, the iris comes but for days, yet …