Category Archives: Poetry

By Mike Beasley  “Take Cover!” She bleats like a shrill recorder. The second grade class turns giddy with disorder, Tumbles from chairs, drops down to its knees, And crawls under desks with no hint of unease. The percussion of pencils … Continue reading →

By Mervis Miller  Where is the Black Man? SHhh… I was in the Motherland of Africa, running gaily and free;Loving, Living, and Hunting, just being me. And then The Stranger came and befriended me. He took me under the cloak of … Continue reading →