A part of me was divested of beauty: The part that knows the reasons behind These smiling faces. That knows the

For Àyìnlá Ọmọwúrà Crying is the only beauty among sadness, sorrow, Gratitude and joy. I saw metaphors, and

from "The Woman in an Imaginary Painting” An ancient desire, to paint the cave walls, to put some thing on a

How many miles is 300 light years? 1763587611955082 miles per a quick calculation. No that’s not the key

You are the oasis in my desert life A ray of light in my eternal strife The sun that always gives me hope and light

I am a candle in the wind dancing happily, I pretend I am always deep under pressure Suffering from stress with no

Walking on a gravel road, neither of us speaking. We come upon a pheasant. Teel spills like velvet down his throat. A

My great-grandfather spoke those words in 1947, when my great-grandmother died of a heart attack. I may have found

The gravestones of slaves in Waterford, Virginia, are crudely hewn rocks. Some bear no names, only diamond

During winter darkness hides Heaven. Once-white clouds spread like a thick duvet. The empty park, seen from my

Inside all darkness, and with ecstatic epiphany, we hear the thoughts of the out-of-breath departed, who lost their

Eid Mubarak The gentle blessing floats off our tongues like  shallow breaths, as morning dew from the grass kisses our

The world is etched in dusty charcoal, a place of darkness Not the soft comfort wrapped around me as I am put to

He woke with a start. Dawn was drawing near, and the early signs of a midsummer storm were trudging through