by K.D. Senior
A fallow wind falls and the people are ill,
The elders never talked to the snakes,
for the words of men Kill,
but their bodies are laid to waste upon the hill,
they all burn in Subartum!
Long live the King of Subartum! Continue reading Sunday Stew: In the Land of Subartum
by Mike Leitner
Rainier Avenue South South Ferdinand
Northwest corner Eastside of Martin
Luther King Junior Way South of South
Alaska sits a space in time and spaces Continue reading Sunday Stew: Little Brooklyn (on McClellan)
by Lee Claiborne
but not unscathed;
From a life so severe & cold Continue reading Sunday Stew:Strong Black Butterfly
by Kayla Blau
I’m asked what I’m hopeful for
What pushes me from the womb of my bed
What keeps me warm and tethered in the storm outside
I shrug in my apathy Continue reading Sunday Stew: A Cynic’s Song
By Tiffani Jones
The usual, white, fluffy clouds seem harsh and continuous today
An unjust wall blocking out the warm sun
Trying to pluck the love and life out of me in a way
A warning telling me to gather my things and run Continue reading Sunday Stew: Free Seattle Spring
by K.D. Senior
We the people,
free the world with democracy,
but bind it with capitalism,
talk of due process,
where money is innocence and poverty is guilt… Continue reading Sunday Stew: Exceptionalism
by Isaac Robinson
Tell me who i am.
The words seeth out of your mouth.
Am i good?
Am i joyful?
Do you know the nights?
The times no one is around?
Of course not. Continue reading Sunday Stew: Hypocrisy