The Purpose of Poetry
By Ti’Anna Davis The small containers filled with rice are shaking. Fingers are snapping. Heartbeats
By Ti’Anna Davis The small containers filled with rice are shaking. Fingers are snapping. Heartbeats
By Ti’Anna Davis Above the entrance into the science room at St. Petersburg College library
By Ti’Anna Davis Nicole Childs. “Nicole Childs?” echoed throughout the room as she slowly climbed