By Cheveyo Baker Saturdays are my days of mourning I mourn the loss of a life I’ve yet to experience The sadness of the sun’s light Showering those who laugh […]
By Cheveyo Baker My doctor said there’s fog in my bone marrow Whatever that means. The spaces where my joints have separated And blood congealed. How long, is what I […]
By Juliana Vaiuso Mania, cemented sweet on my tongue Tow mercifully For wide-eyes yanked out of windows, Often fall up Purge me, Out from my mouth placid waters spill loose […]
By Juliana Vaiuso Ever heard of the old maiden That lies heart broken In the the summer sand Strain one step And sink into the love You thought you had […]
By Cheveyo Baker I want to be reclaimed by nature Taken apart by other worldly bodies And stored away in gravel stained earth Rip me of this consciousness I’ve yet […]
“Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.” -Thomas Gray
Every now and then, the Dial loves to feature the works of students. Today we have A Dream to Remember by Manal Mahamat.