What my white mother meant to say
when she defended cops after Mike Brown was murdered
By Dylan Garcia
Darren Wilson looks a lot like
the brother I sit next to during Christmas dinner,
who comes … Continue reading→
The Journey
By Rev. Catherine Reed
From her hotel window
She watches young and old women
In and out of cars on the corner
sashaying slowly by
Seems like a lifetime away
Same corner- … Continue reading→
The Gateway West
By Mikkel Snyder
So, if a city has a personality
maybe it also has a soul.
Maybe it dreams…
-Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 8: Worlds’ End
And since it dreams, it … Continue reading→
At the crossroads
By Kirsten Le Harivel
The rickshaw driver sees me,
dupatta flapping, tiffin swinging;
late as usual.
As we head to my office
we speak about his daughter,
her child in Kolkata.
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Daughter the Warrior
By Meggie Royer
The father from Yemen who lives on the upper floor of our apartment building
reveals that when he was first teaching his three-year-old daughter English
he named every object in their … Continue reading→