Poetry
Island in the crowd
Her face is an Island in the crowd
while I was lost at sea
banished from prior shores
by my own good taste
I will gladly go to that strange ...
Creation > Invention
I could not hear their orchestra
as I’m afraid a child was laughing
I could not hear their bombs
as time was ticking
I could not hear ...
On the bridge in Cincinnati
On the bridge dancing
to a tune that he was humming
both knowing new seasons were coming.
Dancing they pledging a friendship tomorrow would ...
Raining with the windows open
All last night I fell asleep
to the sound of rain applauding
A blink of lightning every now and then.
Autumns breath within my room
was all ...
Kara Bibb: In Her Words
‘I have been writing for about twenty-one years. I asked for my first diary when I was nine and have been journaling ever since. That ...
idle class
By Kara Bibb
i say we not be the hibernating breed
i say we start campfires
in the middle of the steet in the middle of the afternoon
in the...