Breeze
I wake in a daze sensing its breeze on my skin then I close my eyes. 50 Haikus, January 2015 Artist: Yoota Azargreen
Haiku
Spring/ Thinking
for kayt Things happen when your not looking —you don’t ask, that’s when it comes seems like.
How Privilege Works in Murder
RIP Robert Emanuel “Bobby” Franks 1904–1924 Nobody would have cared if they were brown, disable or a woman.
豬 2019
Happy Chinese New Year After years of toil ‘least we know we came out of it alive. We’re here.
What We Call Hope
Be like the sun even when it’s raining it will never stop shining.
Psst Listen
Creating your art through the lens of others is sabotage of the self.
Did You Hear?
Zainab Amin Today a country mourns the blood that was spilled today Of a young girl.
Disappear
RIP Rashawn Brazell They come in smiles and call themselves friends of yours. Careful, of devils.
1993
R.I.P. Jennifer Ertman and Elizabeth Peña Friend, I rather die than live, knowing I could’ve helped you but didn’t.
Love Me Hard
My bruised face will heal but my heart is breakable handle me with great care.
Untitled One-hundred
Come love, and let this journey of o u r love take flight so even the gods could envy us.
Untitled Ninety-nine
Its any wonder that when it rains it washes the pain away to.
