Poetry by Jessica Holter

Those Saturday mournings I pushed my bed Away from the wall Hoping my sister would not hear Hoping my foster Momma would not hear Hoping the old wood would  Not...

Ebonically Speaking (Page 191 Verbal Penetration) Audio Recording I got a hoochie secret  somethin’ for you to see Cause there ain’t one thing on this earth that feel like ghetto...

Before the female fall from grace into the great crack in our line that put our sisters on their knees stole our grandmother’s wings spoiled the fruit of our wombs...