By Jalina Suggs I watched the girl with the pin-stripe bow cling to her mother’s side. The mother, herself, gripped a sign. Charcoal scribbled across cardboard. “Please help. Recently fired and foreclosed.” Trains came and people passed. A collection of singles and coins in the Tupperware at their feet. She felt my eyes on her then, too late to turn away. Her eyes, little eyes, pools…
By Jalina Suggs Dew slips down the blade of green dampening the earth while a fire kindles on the horizon. You glide across the kitchen floor, Peep in the fridge and snatch the bundle of grapes. One by one, you empty the vine. Melodies sneak in from the stain-glass window. The blue jay, cardinal and robin provide some ragtime. You inch towards your mother’s room, knowing…
By Azriel Ritchie-May To those who tell me that racism towards Māori does not exist, Where the hell have you been? While our culture has been sentenced for breaking and entering our own land, You say our future is safe in government hands, But why do I still get scared to pronounce my pepeha, Neglected cause it often ends with looks of discouragement You can tell me…
By Monique Sheppherd Feeling his breath against my thighs, behind my neck, and around my hair, slows my pulse to a steady pace. I let him push me back and forth, sometimes in quick, barely noticeable circles. Streetlights are miniature suns and when I look through my smudged lenses, their orange glow leaves halos in my eyes. We’re pendulums together, until sunrise strolls down the street, and…
By Monique Sheppherd We don’t talk about it so I wasn’t ready. I didn’t know what to call it when my chest got tight, or when the trains of thought became threads that controlled the way I acted and reacted. I didn’t know what lifted my hands to peel skin from my lips until red coated my fingertips or what the names were for the static in…
By Ishki R Sun I lose my thoughts with you It is easy to see How the world revolves around you Your brilliance and lustre blinding Your magnitude and gravity inescapable Your smile utterly bewitching Your warm security enchanting enchanting enchanting I must be hypnotised and under a spell I must be It is impossible to look away Just as the…
By Isis Molina It was the first night of summer break, and the heat was relentless. Catalina had been driving around downtown Irving, looking for something to do. After one of the most brutal semesters of college she’d ever suffered through, she wasn’t about to sit around doing nothing. Her sudden freedom was not about to be wasted. Her phone rang louder than the music on…
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"I don’t belong here.
I don’t belong.
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