By James D. Casey IV writing on the mad notes all across the bottle . . . made of crystal ball chains and algebra . . . skipping beats on a dead rain cloud . . . counted on an eyeball abacus . . . when a god speaks I will … Continue reading Eyeball Abacus
Poems By J.J.Campbell
to let my youth go i find myself staring at older black women these days i'm not sure if it's habit or my unwillingness to let my youth go maybe it's all the endless dreams of my first girlfriend and where we could be now i think part of me … Continue reading Poems By J.J.Campbell
Academy of the Heart And Mind 