Becoming Me, a Poem by Nana Amma Adomaa Abrefa
I have danced to the crashing wave’s defiant beat
With each step, I roar against the storm's wild retreat
This is what it means to be me
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Sep 274 min read
Slaughtering Lies, a Short Story by Awara Fernández
There has been harm in my story, and as in all good stories, an enemy lurking. Sometimes we say, “I would not wish this on my worst enemy,”
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Jul 262 min read
Masquerading as Crows, a Short Story by Awara Fernandez
Until then, I long for my father to find rest, to fly away on the wings of a dove,* which is perhaps masquerading as a crow...
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Apr 262 min read
Another Military Coup, a Poem by Michael Shoemaker
shallow breathing - high piercing sirens screech in the streets -
crouching shoulders - whispers -
fences keeping enemies of the state in -
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Neverland, Flash Fiction by Daylund Prior
I am not a lost boy.
Lost girl. It doesn’t sound the same, the name doesn’t roll off the tongue. No, girls cannot be allowed in Neverland.
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