Home Writing Poetry New Year’s Day New Year’s Day By Starr - January 1, 2019 588 Streets seem tired, city, at rest. We move through balloons, confetti, Moët, leftover eggrolls, last night’s jest. 25 comments EXPLOREAllAnimationArtBlogContributor BlogsCreative Non-FictionEssaysFeaturedFictionGalleryInterviewsLettersMusicPerformance ArtPhotographyPoetryQuotationsReadingsShowcaseVideoWritingMore peep show politics Tiko Lewis - June 20, 2019 don't look now we be at the bottom of the hole with the butterflies and pony shit they taught us to shoo gnats when cameras were around because it was... Cowboys are square, the indians the best April 30, 2018 One Way of Looking at Thirteen Blackbirds September 16, 2019 he who fears bees, fears flowers September 29, 2021