by L. Acadia
the one road
rings the island
I think the people don’t want us here
glare when we pass,
double on electric scooters
they’d never wear helmets like we
(do) like colanders
in terms of porosity and peril Continue reading
by L. Acadia
the one road
rings the island
I think the people don’t want us here
glare when we pass,
double on electric scooters
they’d never wear helmets like we
(do) like colanders
in terms of porosity and peril Continue reading
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by tia north
School lessons never say
that the future
is undoing our past,
that the tongue, stubborn and steadfast,
is a barrier Continue reading