my mother’s window by Vincent Mangano why is it that whenever she speaks it seems she is on the verge… Read more my mother’s window

The burden she carries by Jessica Cruz What to do when the unfree Do not know what liberation means, No… Read more The burden she carries

On my skin by Jessica Cruz Memories cannot be avoided on my skin. History is not forgotten on my skin.… Read more On my skin

Hands  by Tori Thompson Metal cuffs met shaking hands just thirty years ago, twenty years ago, ten. But now they… Read more Hands

02-12-15 by Jessica Cruz cerdos machistas que ni a su madre defienden. se les olvida de donde vienen. somos sus… Read more 02-12-15

Once I Was Seven By Odile Postic          It was a Saturday afternoon and I was seven… Read more Once I Was Seven

washington, d.c.  by Hannah Truslow Winner of the Amendment Literary Award  i see the guiding vision warping, changing “we stand… Read more washington, d.c.

Love Letter from the Bond Girls by Elise Le Sage Dear Mister Bond, We love the strength of your hand… Read more Love Letter from the Bond Girls

A Thought  by Daniel James We are the creators The different, the unconventional, The eccentric, the antithesis to homogeneity, The… Read more A Thought

why am i drowning  by Jennifer Miller I strip off my life jacket and feel it drop to my naked… Read more why am i drowning