by McArthur Williams | Apr 30, 2025 | Short Stories
My name is Ana Martinez. I am 8 years old, and I was born in Fort Smith, Arkansas, in a small apartment with my mother, Griselda Martinez-Lopez. She was all I had. My father, Francisco, was deported back to Mexico a few months after I was born. He died a few years...
by McArthur Williams | Apr 24, 2025 | Poetry
Flower, flower, hanging on the tree, Branches weep softly, burning like a fire, wanting to be free. Unhurriedly a breeze carries its silent plea, While blood drops fall and embellish leaves so humanely. Life fades swiftly, like a mumbled breath in the dense of the...
by McArthur Williams | Apr 24, 2025 | Poetry
This is a tale, a tale about a flower and a tree. The flower asked the tree, why do you think that you are any better than me, the sun shine on you, like it shine on me, it rains on you as well as me, so tell me, tree, why do you still think that you are any better...
