spring cleaning
By Shereen Lee
i slept through most wars.
still, there were many knives in the garden
upon my awakening:
always ready for someone else to sharpen.
the streets were littered with bombs and an
spring cleaning
By Shereen Lee
i slept through most wars.
still, there were many knives in the garden
upon my awakening:
always ready for someone else to sharpen.
the streets were littered with bombs and an
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Is this How Empathy Ends?
By sam sax
i don’t have it in me to flee again
so i suppose this is my country
good morning stop sign | 70 degree fall | gutted business | bus graffitied … Continue reading→
By Robert Wynne
Veterans Day. Or not
By Robert Bohm
Soft purr of woman-breath
on the pillow next to me, the sound
of a slight breeze through
bulrushes by the river. I remember
a story I learned as … Continue reading→
By Heather J. Macpherson
What we say and what we do, and how we listen to each other, is more important than ever. As I mourned Hillary Clinton’s loss this week, like … Continue reading→