It was a Thursday. A Thursday like any other Thursday, he thought, except that on this Thursday, Thomas was running late.

Daydreaming's got me thinking Of life's biggest meanings Are there real happy endingsOr is it all a bust? Please don't tell meeverything happens for a reasonI can't believe that it doesOh what I would...

I crossed the point of no return, years ago presently, I am not sure where this path leads I do know that I can’t turn back I don’t have imposter syndrome, as much I have overcome there’s no way I fea...

Still I will write, if only to pity the fool who scorns the Olympiad for taking the dive into the dozen meters of water below for playing in puddles, while they toy with the water’s surface from the c...

I don’t know how to write a poemabout apricot rosemary ice creamand downs syndrome oysters.They both melt on the tonguewith powerful differences.One churned after being pickedand snipped by local fing...

Twists and turns like melon vines,Sharp,with glistening shine under scorching heat,Adorning the fence’s concrete like a winding crown,The barbed wire runs to and fro, holding up space with a jagged bl...

Arches and stations of iron and carbon! Whose callused hands welded you hence - Wiping sweaty grime from their hardened brow? And, so I ask, you hulking leviathans docked at port, From where did y...

Google Earth erased my home from its maps.One day it was there, the next day it was gone.The mobile home we lived in for 12 years was ripped from its lot, like the love we created there was ripped fro...

We can only have so many concerns I suppose, by back of the envelope, just a few places at once. Thankfully, our exasperation has a physical limit. Listen to me! Wandering thoughts march on now as I s...

oh I wonder if you and I are watching the same stars in the sky tonight and I wonder if one was to fall,would it land where you standor would I have to catch it in my handdoes the wind that blows in m...

Part of me came to the sea, the part that reaches for you, an azure that peeks from behind more cloud than sky.I turned when I felt the chill of your voice on the back of my neck, the rush of salt swe...

Supernatural winds hasten across the skyUnder a tilted Cheshire moon, wryMakes for a weird moodDifferent from a full moonThere are too many sirens in the cityWonder what it’s like in the high desertan...

We arrived with the same hunger,nineteen and unprepared,dragging whole countries behind us,Romania folded into a suitcase.The Netherlands was gray and orderly,a place that didn’t know our names,so we ...

After this deep breath,I turn back on the trailTo jog toward the sun—Boisterous while white cloudsServe as cotton swabs sprawledOn that celeste counter We call the sky.Women push strollersAnd cyclists...

Battles follow you where you goIn soft places where harm seems hidden butyou know it lingersin small shadowsThese battles follow you closelyAnd, oh, how you fight them!Soldiering through, onward and a...

My first plant was a vibrant yellow tulipLeading to my first obsession Wanting to take a sunbath in the pollen;I plucked the flower from the pot And a mush of brown began to appear Swallowing my obses...

Melanin Conference without Blacks presentLooking for what they did not keep in meSearching for more ways to label me shitNaming everything bad as blackFrom black list to black bookFrom dark horse to b...

It’s two in the morning again,Another night wasted alone.All we did was take away the pain. I spent my night ignoring the phone. Another night wasted alone.We just watched as the minutes ticked by. I ...

Lives folded in boxes,dreams zipped in bags,hanging on a thread of hopethat each landing unlocks a better uncertainty.Missiles left behind,we duck as flight doors open.A prayer slips through smoky clo...

See, I already know graphite snaps in half, and teeth don’t.But I’m not in it for the winning,I’m in it for the spectacle.For the headline.For the “what was she thinking” whispered at funerals,for the...

I wonder if today made a prodigy, Cause I met a new guy tonight And he felt just right I was absorbing every essence of his presence Soaking in the way his voice makes waves throughout my brain And ev...

Breathing flames of sorryApologetic theme Everything made beautiful in the darkEverything brighterEverything starkSo bitter to see a beauty go byOh those holy whispersA pocket full of marbles blessedWith innocenceYour dreams are being uploaded andPreserved for your eternal restElasticated promisesFor elasticated soulsAnd their holy whispersOn that lonely, wilting, filthy placeA screaming childFell far from graceWhy can’t the hand rock the cradleNow that dream dances awayPeace will fall for youTa

Child of mist and swirls of fog, allow me but one moment to cradle you in my weightless arms— now dense with love; tarry, my child, for now I see vast fields of daisies kissed by passing bees and feel a breeze traverse my cheek and smell the Earth’s new life among new soil imbibing itself with Sky’s falling gifts— I knew not the grace of this scene until I blazed its trails myself, and I wish now only to stay among this field; but here there is no room, no board, and no cradle for you, my epheme

Out past it all, looking back at a pale blue fetus. There is a dawning loss of care and hierarchy, an angels trumpet twining up a rusted stop sign. I am fascinated in decay which aids some growth such...

Brittle ladderas if a humancould build a toolfrom itself.First year art students in Hiroshimasit in the dirtmaking hammersto use for their future work.Fragments of A-bombed roof tilesscattered behind ...

You sure look yummyMind if I take a bite?Just one?Or maybe two?Or maybe every bit of you?It will all be over real soon,I promiseYou won’t even feel it,If I devour you quick enough, that isAnd I better...

there were ladies with cigarettes at fairs when my wrist dusted the sand and came upon that cherry burn what a mark they made on me and don’t forget the trailer where Luke took me holding onto 16 with...

As I cruise through Paramus and up into The great fall foliage of the Empire border - I ask myself: is this it? Can a Sleepy’s, Price Chopper, and Chipotle be worth the blood? Is this why the tribes w...

The urge is always within,waiting in wandering rootsunfurling tendrils of life wading through soaked soil,pushing through silt and claypetals turn sunwardleaves catch morning dewholy arachnid offering...

Ribboned fog highlighted in headlights,just above the wet nightroadIt reminds me of windswept snowBefore the cold gets too frigid and buries our hearts in deep frost until springFog won't settleThough...

Some love burns like a holy fire / Leaves no shelter, leaves no skin / After that, you don’t chase heaven / You just want quiet to live in

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Low Hanging Fruit has created this special War & Resistance Digimag to raise funds for VOSTOK SOS, a volunteer initiative assisting victims of military aggression in eastern Ukraine and Crimea. T...