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A Lesson in Cultural Priorities, a Short Story by Phyllis Houseman
In the summer of 1962, I traveled to Ecuador as part of a Peace Corps Volunteer group of science and math teachers. First, we trained for...
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Sep 18, 20213 min read
To the Icons of the Hour, a Poem by L. R. Laverde-Hansen
I Some years have come and gone—perhaps these years It takes for root to take that this might live: A small tribute to these amazing...
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Sep 11, 20219 min read
A Typical Saturday, a Poem by Chella Courington
In Memory of Edwin, Joseph, Kameron, Leilah, Mary, Raul, and Rodolfo. Sun scorches the West Texas desert. Air conditioners hum on high....
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Aug 31, 20211 min read
Of No Nation, a Poem by A'Ja Lyons
I’ll never know their names But I bear the signs of their pride The sacrifices The stains Which bore many gifts That led to my gains The...
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Jul 30, 20212 min read
Good Trouble, a Poem by Chella Courington
. Good Trouble I was fifteen in a small Alabama town when I first heard your name John Lewis, then Edmund Pettus Bridge. Their clubs...
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Jul 17, 20211 min read
Facing Up, a Poem by Lynn White
You’re looking past her avoiding her eyes, the eyes of the woman in the front line of the protest the one who reminds you of your mother...
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Jul 9, 20211 min read
Frequency a Poem by Oyetayo Eniola
Written by Oyetayo Eniola. What is this I feel? My frequency is one that picks a lot but is rarely picked by others Have I dived too deep...
Oyetayo Eniola
Jun 11, 20212 min read
Terror Tales, a Poem by John Grey
Terror can't come to the phone right now. A bomb ate its homework. It's sorry it missed you but it had a hard time getting the sand and...
John Grey
Jun 4, 20211 min read
Claudia Patricia Gomez Gonzalez is Returned to Mother Earth, a Poem by Chella Courington
At the border, children cry in cages. Drenched in dark dreams, I wake. My mother reaches from the grave. Nails catch the hem of my dress....
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May 23, 20211 min read
Seed Shells, a Poem by Lynn White
The first seeds were sown a long time ago. When these small seed shells burst open they were scattered locally. They grew patchily at...
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May 21, 20212 min read
Dark Figure IV, a Poem by Andrew Scott
Dark winds bring what is known as the nasty hands of twisted fate. These strings are pulled and pushed by a figure no one lays eyes on....
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May 14, 20211 min read
My Quadratic Equations, a Poem by Milton P. Ehrlich
Are a vast algebra of joy. They make splendid curves like eye-popping parabolas and give off a paradisal heat. They have tropical...
Milton P. Ehrlich
May 7, 20211 min read
Towels, a Short Story by Carrie Lynn Hawthorne
No matter how loud or quiet things got, in our house and in our heads, we could always count on one thing. The towels on the rack were...
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Apr 30, 20212 min read
Non-Essentials, a Poem by C.J. Williams
all, in masks, and the boy, in thunderbird-pokemon pants asks mom, how come? the question lasts and the sign on the storefront, splashed...
C.J. Williams
Apr 24, 20211 min read
Dark, a Poem by Eniola Oyetayo
Dark skin, melanin Clearheaded and educated And now obviously frustrated From all the history books rewritten I know you expect us to...
Oyetayo Eniola
Apr 9, 20211 min read
Teaching History in Grade Schools, a Poem by Reed Venrick
History Class Begins Again From the playground where they play, call the children back to class and school, teach the lessons they're...
Reed Venrick
Mar 26, 20213 min read
Waiting for Spring, a Poem by Val Smit
When the frosts of winter had ceased Its snows melted Its cutting winds ameliorated; The pain will subside Our blood in our veins no...
VaL Smit
Mar 12, 20211 min read
I Never Wanted Potiphar's Wife, a Poem by Ellen Huang
Years from now, sermons and wisdoms will tell of my bravery in the face of wily woman, nameless woman, thirsty for exotic drink from this...
Ellen Huang
Mar 5, 20212 min read
Asylum, a Poem by Ed Meek
It’s as easy as cutting a cord,
to separate the mothers and children—
the ones seeking asylum
from gangs and violence,
so desperate to flee
Ed Meek
Feb 26, 20211 min read
Manslaughter Privilege, a Poem by Ellen Huang
How quick we are to pity murderers. Not because we see ourselves in them, I don't think but because of course a white woman's perceived...
Ellen Huang
Feb 12, 20212 min read
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