One Pop, Two Pops, ThreeBy Tedria Smith Bewildered eyes glisten in the night. The street light flickers in the background. I remember his smile lighting up the...
The StrangerBy Dillon Armstrong My parents always told me to never talk to strangers. “Don’t speak to anyone you don’t know,” my mom repeated on an...
Benjamin’sby Tedria Smith I lay flat at her feet And watch her brown skin sparkle in the bright hot lights above me She just turned seventeen Her...