He had that look to him. That swish…This was a space he targeted bc they dared welcome in his otherness Continue reading
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Poetry by Luther Hughes
i’m quiet in this poem/ consumed/
bullet by bullet, by what’s left/
of us. of what’s to come./
but who’s to say? the night/
is wide. arduous. doesn’t budge./
even for me. Continue reading
The James Franco Review 