Hybrid Poetry by Sue Landers
View all Trend piecesthe priests—told the neighbors not—to sell their houses—told the white neighbors—not to sell their houses to black people—that to do so would be a beginning of an end
View all Trend piecesthe priests—told the neighbors not—to sell their houses—told the white neighbors—not to sell their houses to black people—that to do so would be a beginning of an end
View all Inspirational piecesClimb until every pixel of the sky’s bloom falls directly into your view.
View all Craft piecesMy teachers would cross off whole sentences, combine sentences, rearrange paragraphs; it was like butchery.
View all StoriesIt’s an odd suggestion, but I go, leaden and lost in the dust of the midway.
View all PoetryA farmer named Amadou took him into a millet field to see a tree that was possessed.
View all Hot TopicsEvery walk I took with my daughter, the world opened before me as if newly created.