Christmas Is The New Sourdough Bread

Being Human

A mind-blowing poem by Naima Penniman I wonder if the sun debates dawn some mornings not wanting to rise out of bed from under the down-feather horizon if the sky…

Papa Was A Kidney Stone

A kidney stone walks into a bar. The bartender says, “What’ll you have?” The kidney stone says, “Thanks dude, but I’m just passing through.” It started with sharp pains, like…

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