Membership Login Forum Search The Collection:Chapter 5Time Out By Amari Pleasant Share Essays After placing the Super Fly album back on the shelf, I randomly pull another album from the shelf. Instantly, the album cover draws me in with its
Membership Login Forum Search The Collection:Chapter 4Super Fly By Amari Pleasant Share Essays The sensation of fondness fills my body as I look at the somewhat worn album cover. Super Fly written in yellow font appears in the bottom left
Brown Woman Writing By Ghazah Abbasi Share Essays I had accumulated 8 Incomplete grades by the third year of my Ph.D. program. I was suffering from an intense ‘writer’s block.’ Everyone experiences writer’s block differently, based on their own unique
A Great Kingdom in the Congo By William Henry Sheppard Share LISTEN Essays I had studied the new dialect of the Bakuba and had made every preparation for our expedition into the “Forbidden Land” of King Lukenga. I had met
Membership Login Forum Search The Collection:Chapter 3Caught Up By Amari Pleasant Share Essays With my feet resting on a brown ottoman bench, I take a sip of rum from the Glencairn glass that rests between my lips. A familiar smooth
Membership Login Forum Search The Collection:Chapter 2freeflight By Amari Pleasant Share Essays “Recorded in performance at the Montreux Jazz Festival – admad jamal – freeflight,” my eyes read from top to bottom of the album cover. To the left of
A.R.M. By Odi Welter Share LISTEN Stories Content Warning: This story contains explicit content. Reader discretion is advised. Nobody taught me how to use a condom. I did my best, but I kinda just guessed, to be honest. I was
Family Bible By Marco Etheridge Share LISTEN Stories The girl probably thought she was being sly, sneaking around back of his tractor shed like that. Lawrence Teasdale wasn’t fooled for a second. He watched her through the kitchen window. She
For the Teenage Girl in the Parking Lot By Bartholomew Barker Share Poetry First I notice your eyes — all redand your mouth dragging from the weight of some grief about to erupt into tears. You just left a black
Solstice By Theo Sterling Share Poetry A strange sadness,like the coldthat creeps under the front door,seeps its wayinto the home thatis my chest.it clings to my heart for a while, and burrows its teethinto that tender place most poets wouldcall
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