I’m seven and like every weekend, I’m at my grandma Roberts’ house. I like my grandma’s house; it is the prettiest on the block! My grandma loves flowers. She has flowers everywhere in her yard— pink ones, purple ones— I don’t know all of their names, but she has a lot of roses too. And they smell so good! My grandpa shapes the bushes in the front of the house to look like spirals. All of the colors are really pretty; everything is always perfect, like in a magazine. Last summer she won a contest for the most beautiful yard. And she’s nice. She’s always smiling and joking with me. Continue reading Can’t Go Back
Getting out of dodge.
June and July are my least favorite months. I find myself bored w the world around me and the weather is too hot for me to engage effectively with summer activities. Continue reading Getting Out of Dodge
I want you to fall asleep in my arms.
All naked and sweaty and spent Continue reading Chapter 7
Accentuate the stressed lines,
lines and scratches fined to intertwine, Continue reading Find to Intertwine
by Nakeysha Roberts Washington
It’s not true what they say, you know. When people slit their wrists, sometimes they do want to die.
Google search: How to tie a noose? Continue reading Just Fell
Photographer: Deulon Lesure
Poem by: Nakeysha Roberts Washington
by: Nakeysha Roberts Washington
Petals drift lightly
Away from the morning sun
Continue reading Misintertwined
by Jerod Duris
I am sitting in Taco bell, trying to eat and read La Casa Verde by Mario Vargas Llosa. Suddenly I am startled by a fever-pitched voice coming from behind me. Continue reading Incivility
Let us engage in mental foreplay
Caress my cranium with your wits
Drop jewels, not gemstones, but historical facts and scripture Continue reading Mental Foreplay