Featured Poem Excerpt from Stall Scrawls March 11, 2015November 24, 2019 by webmaster March 17th On my way here I passed a dead cat striped grey fur squished in the road my effort to avoid him only added a wet red tire track to its flank and I thought of the pain I’ve endured knowing you from Chocolate City Latina Post navigation What Keeps Me SaneVisions Of A Post-Apocalyptic Sunrise: Detroit Poems