
“Home” by Melat Tafere
February 27, 2025
I walk through the place I called “home” The place I left with An opened wound “Home” such a strong word Like a book filled with secrets but always left unread “Home” Is like a crime scene...
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I walk through the place I called “home” The place I left with An opened wound “Home” such a strong word Like a book filled with secrets but always left unread “Home” Is like a crime scene...
They beg for food and scrunch up their faces when they don’t like the taste Perpetuating a cycle of waste Quick to upturn their noses while succulent success is simmering Snuffing the flame that coo...
June 24th, 2022. In Dobbs v. Jackson Women’s Health Organization, The U.S. Supreme Court overruled 50 years of precedent Overturning Roe v. Wade.
blowing soapy water through pink plastic wands bubbles sink ‘til they meet concrete playing make-believe, i am free the air smells of soap, fresh and wet flies collect in patches around me, but i ca...
September 14th, 2024. I am seventeen years old, And I wait at a bus stop, balancing plastic grocery bags in my arms. A man approaches me Bottle in his hand, baby on his lips. When he yells, I do not p...
Imagine a dandelion field. Pick a singular dandelion that represents you. Let it out of your grasp and follow it as the wind pushes it away from you. Eventually, it will fall to the ground. Watch that...
I wake upon the cold floor I peal myself from it Then I notice A full heat A choking cloud Evidence of a life ended Not a cut string But rather burned away My thread loose And I raise The corroded met...
The clearing in the trees, the smell of pine. The warm breeze, a rabbit in the trees. The lonely folding chair. To learn to climb a tree. To fall and get back up. How to ride a bike. Get on. Crash. Tr...
We worry about waking up we worry about getting there on time we worry about sleep we basically worry about attendance there’s a problem if we talk Maybe we want to change these rules Maybe we want ...
I hold my fist tight And my knuckles won’t hurt less Even if I continue to hurt more I’m ‘too old’ to be every part of myself But I’m ‘too young’ to aim for the goals I know I can achiev...