The RABBIT, the FOX, and the CROW By: Daniel Doukpolagha
Ol’ Mr. Rabbit sat on field of green,Munching away at a patch of grass.‘Twas a beautiful day, no cloud to be seen,And the fields ripe for Mr. Rabbit to reap. Continue Reading →
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THE WOMAN, THE MOTHER By: Francis Nzerem
Nkechi was only four when she became an orphan. Like most children her age, she was without a care in the world. She spent her time playing pretend in the Continue Reading →
SSPOMITÁPI: SKY PEOPLE By Blair Many Fingers
For all the Niitsitapiiks, The Real People who never had the chance to heal. It’s strange how our earliest childhood memories are like flashes of images stored in our Continue Reading →
BLACK & WHITE WORDS ON A PAGE By Mercy Trinh
Once upon a time, I was a kid. When I was growing up, I was a kid. Sometime after my eleventh birthday, and I was in grade 6, my mom Continue Reading →
THE FALL By Terek C. Jonzon
I ride in the back seat of a freightliner. I try to lie down, spread my weight across the seat and absorb the rough bumps of the road. The Continue Reading →
A LOVE YOU ONLY READ ABOUT By Alex Gallaway
I learned everything I need to know about teaching from one child. For the sake ofprivacy, we’ll call him Landen. I got a new bus driver when I was in Continue Reading →
LAST By Alex Gallaway
As night seems longer than it hasHas hell frozen over?I wait for a returned messageIs he lost to this death? Her friends are unloving todayShe’s thrown the towel inThat pain Continue Reading →
ASLEEP By Istvan Jamrik
Such a horrific nightmare I had!Something, a ghastly demon, I believespawned from the ancient bones of all the graveyardsand promptly after its repulsive, nasty birthit set off to consume and Continue Reading →
MY BODY IS SACRED By: Tatiana Weasel Moccasin
My body is sacred. It comes from the earth. Invasive species do not phase me, But oil and coal try to erase me. My body is sacred. The blood in my veins flows through me Continue Reading →
ANXIOUS MIND By: Guadalupe Vial Ulloa
Body made from candle waxeyes carved out of fear.A mouth that can only whisper,a nose that only bleeds.Ears that never listenas instead of out, they go in.Monster is what they Continue Reading →