Barbara Hamby: Ode on My Wasted Youth
Other people were getting married and buying cars,
but not me, and I wasn’t even looking for Truth,
just some kind of minor grip on the whole enchilada
November 3, 2025 · 20 Comments
Michael Simms: The Trojan Women
The slaves in the dark hold of the ship cannot climb out or go back to where things went wrong. There’s no light, no voice of comfort, just chaos and darkness where they have to find their own peace without the kindness of others.
March 14, 2021 · 14 Comments
Jose Padua: Avenue Banana
Living on Avenue Banana in the 1990s is not a lot like drinking tea. I look up to the sky. You shout at people driving by in limousines. We eat … Continue reading
January 10, 2015 · Leave a comment
