csudhegaThe Adventure of the Summer FrostysBy Florencia Bravo | Perhaps it was the feeling of the wind flowing through our loose summer clothes. Or maybe it was the fact that we...
csudhegaghostwriterBy Ashley Smith | sweet words were written for me and as years have passed and the memories have faded, you're not the one i used to...
csudhegaGatheringBy Daniel Ojeda | Let the ceiling fan have the spins Collecting interior dust. With its very dull wooden rims it creates minimal gust....
csudhegaWaiting at The Tijuana Border (Haibun)By Felipe de La Rosa | From El Norte, a man is crossing la frontera into Tijuana to visit his familia; when their hands clasp, I feel...
csudhegaHoney and Chocolate By Lynda Rodriguez | Yours is the color of sweetness Always comforting Warm Like home Sinful is mine Inviting And satisfying. But never...
csudhegaGriefBy Tori Harris | She glides by, gauzy and veiled in black I reach out my hand but then snatch it back A dying rose shedding its petals on...
