Through the dark swirl of bridges Each one a cyclone, Initial exploration, We boldly walk alone. Up ahead, a new dimension, Bright light at the end; Try to predict all the outcomes We never could comprehend. Crossed hundreds of doorways, Encountered inhabitants in other worlds. We’ve come as prepared as we can to Protect ourselves if chaos unfurls. Just as a light jasmine wind blows […]
Personal Bubble, a poem by Tanasha Martin
Born of love, raised in the streets, Commitment to school confirms: Young woman, full, bright future. Her mother struck down by germs. Microbial moves that stalk Her hands, surfaces and crowds; Washing cannot cleanse the fear, Hidden war within the shroud. Its method, prey on the weak Contaminate, its attack Knowledge and strategy armed Her only plan to fight back Academic scholarship, […]
Touched, by Tanasha Martin
One More Day. A thin stream of water travels up my nose and to the back of my throat. I struggle with quick gasps. My wedding? No, that’s tomorrow. Cold spatters my face preventing my eyes from opening. Shower? I love warm water streaming down my skin. It is a sensation I long for daily, since skin to skin contact is prohibited between people. Claire, […]
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