The sun leaves goodnight kisses like a mother does to her child. The breeze dances across the water’s surface and the waves perform an endless routine that they’ve been practicing for quite a while now. Read on
Poetry / all
Safe space, safe space
It is needed these days
I fear we are drowning in silence and conformity
Putting ourselves through the agony of a filter for our words
Don’t run, dear
You are your own story... Read on
Editors Note: Cleave Poetry is an experimental form of poetry that allows the reader to look at a poem in parts or as a whole. Both the left and right sides can stand as independent poems and can be read separately or they can be combined and read together. DeAndre Washington is an 18-year old from Washington D.C.… Read on
“It’s a great shock to realize you're black” in America. And me being raised in white suburbia, that line is all too true. Read on
But I do know that you’re the water I won’t pour
No need to water the plants of a world that’s so crossed
I have no way to run now, so together we’re lost. Read on
I was supposed to be a fly on the wall
Just an unbiased observer
But when the chants turn gospels
And the streets of Atlanta turn to holy
You must become congregation... Read on