Contributions by Doralee Brooks

Issue 19 | Summer 2017


By | Poetry

On any given day, minutes from the East Busway the driver tells me the poor people ride, I stroll up Homewood Avenue. Candy wrappers, bottles, cans, along the walkway to the corner of Kelly, where community college sits. Before the riots in ’68, it used to be the 5 & 10, the GC Murphy’s. My …