by Zakia Carpenter-Hall | Apr 28, 2026 | Uncategorized
Morning mis-en-scène Silence draped across the furniture like fine webbing to catch intruders. Toys left mid-performance, before bedtime’s siren, you marching upstairs. Night made an exhibit of you, a collection of imprints in the mess. I give...
by Zakia Carpenter-Hall | Apr 27, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
Octopus I am one Like short of being beautiful. Five hundred more Followers, I’m away to fight culture wars. I Block two for lies Quora does not verify. Counter-factuals are ok, there’s simmering wastelands to make out of vague, but someone sent a shroom...
by Zakia Carpenter-Hall | Apr 26, 2026 | Uncategorized
Before It Had a Name Nothing was wrong yet. That’s the easiest lie to remember. It was just a shift— sleep a little lighter, thoughts a little louder, a need for something I couldn’t quite name. I still showed up. Still laughed at the right...
by Zakia Carpenter-Hall | Apr 25, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
This poem is a secret after Elma Mitchell It doesn’t trust paper. It writes itself in my head where no one can reach it, laugh, tear it to shreds, or call it a waste of space, a disgrace. A poem is grace, a prayer, my longing for more than I am....
by Zakia Carpenter-Hall | Apr 24, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
The Day Nothing Happened It was a quiet day— no bad news, no sudden loss, no reason to hold my breath. I didn’t notice it at first, how rare that is. The sky stayed where it was, the ground didn’t give way, my phone remained silent in the best...
