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Dreamers Reading Room

Heather Wishik Poetry Collection

“My vertebrae, sternum, right pelvis. Someday I too will bend, be unable to stand, sway, dance in the breeze.”

What if They’re Like Me?

“What if they’re free, getting the best parts of me, and the rest, even better. Pieces of their own making.”

The Child Thief

“I am not the only one battling demons. We are the remains of the day. The longing and horror of despair.”

Wess Mongo Jolley Poetry Collection

“Birds will peck apart my life, scraps blown like snowy leaves, blue-veined paper reduced to pulp by early winter rain.”

The Loneliness of Loss

“Her touch. Her tone. Comforts? Cajoles? I can’t translate the language they’re communicating.”

A.C. Yeboah Poetry Collection

“what if you never said sorry for taking up the space you hold, you no longer nursed your pain like a fever-high toddler.”