She’d be waiting; eye to the window, ear to the door, a day behind her she thinks of, morning and afternoon, as two sullen plaits of rain clipped, tightly, to her skull; then thinks of him feels the ...
It’s devastated. It’s so shocking.” “I lost everything in the gallery, and I took 15 years to build this.” “This is a poem called, Ash.” Pieces of broken dreams continue to pile up at the River Arts ...
Kramer Middle School students read and annotated portions of Olaudah Equiano's biography before remixing the words and phrases they highlighted to create poetry.