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Past

Elida Silva

Grace flows from delicate stitching;
bright playful colors adorn the cloth.
My ancestors, now gone....continue reading  


Hydrangea 

Elida Silva

Still, breathless
weak, tired.
Almost killed, by my hand....continue reading


The Place Where I Live 

Jocelyn Popoca

The place where I live 
is full of green things.
These green things ...continue reading


My Grandmother’s Kitchen 

Jocelyn Popoca

The place where I live 
is full of green things.
These green things ...continue reading


War 

Jocelyn Popoca

The place where I live 
is full of green things.
These green things ...continue reading


A Familiar Mask

Bre'ana Davis

father uncle brother and friend
these are the faces that belong to these hands
how could you smile in my face...continue reading


Christopher Wilson

Amir Razavi
 

(Spotlight on Christopher Wilson sitting in a chair by himself staring at audience)

Christopher- They can’t escape my mind. Thinkin bout them sunny days I feel the breeze
comin through my window, with little Dacia running around calling her sisters name. I...continue reading


Father is Only a Word 

Bre’ana Davis

father?
You’re a pathetic excuse for a man
disappeared before i said my first word...continue reading 


He Was Ours

Christian Pridemore

The phone rang. My mother answered as she stepped outside leaving the three of us alone in the apartment. It was early and a school day but we lounged about in our pajamas, excited that she had agreed to let us stay home. Each of us, eleven, ten, and six had all decided...continue reading


Hope in the Wind

Luis Fernandez

The wind was pure before the storm,
No one felt fear or worry about war coming.
There was only the gentle caress of the wind,...continue reading


Paranoia 

By Olga Morales 
 

That feeling you get when you are home alone or surrounded by darkness.
That feeling you get after your frightening encounter with a stranger.
When you are walking home at night, or traveling near wooded areas...continue reading


Rumor of the Black Armory

Luis Fernandez

They say that there is a Vanguard without equal,
That he is no man but a living collection of weapons.
He can use any weapon that comes into his grasp,...continue reading