by Deborah “Dee” Williams
Love makes my heart fill with joy.
I breathe it into my soul and there it rests.
When you come close, it will find you and spring full,
like a flower blooming in the light of the soul.
Never doubt your power to nurture love inside yourself
until one comes who will shower you with the gentle
rainwater that causes your love sea to rise up from
within to unite as one. Never doubt that this love is
meant to be and that this love is for you and me.
by K.D. Senior
We beg and plead,
Amorous passion throws itself in a tantrum,
while we hiss and cuss,
romantic, and perilous.
Love is a war of attrition and we’ve had enough. Continue reading South End Stew: A War Of Attrition (A His and Her Circumstance)
by Tiffani Jones
Fly little birds, fly
Fly over the obstacles that being here can create
Fly from the nightmares of our past that we hate
Fly towards the future of equality and hope we’re not late
Fly for those who fled from the horror in their town
And are now being forced back because they’re different shades of brown. Continue reading South End Stew: Little Birds
by Kayla Blau
Today Anna tried to puke up the cool whip she begged me for minutes earlier.
I listened attentively between the purges and felt the heavy behind them,
the type of hate that makes an 11-year-old
spend her coveted 30 minutes of computer time
googling “ways to get skinny quick.” Continue reading South End Stew: Missed Opportunities
by Alex Gallo-Brown
wafting off a microwaved bowl
of gluten-free chicken noodle soup,
I tell the Trader Joe’s clerk,
watch as his smile dims.
I can smell the seasons
changing, I whisper.
I can feel them in my gums. Continue reading South End Stew: Fall Is The Smoke
by Tiffani Jones
We are all sister and brothers,
But are we truly friends if we kill one another?
Are we truly caring if we are stilling destroying the land of which is our mother? Continue reading South End Stew: Are We?