Creative Writing

I Keep My Body Like a Secret
By Sarah Leidhold In the locker room labeled “Ladies” with pink cursive curlicues, I keep my body like a secret. Every curve is clothed in an opaque hue of hush. Cotton licked by sweat slickly […]
Creative Writing
By Sarah Leidhold In the locker room labeled “Ladies” with pink cursive curlicues, I keep my body like a secret. Every curve is clothed in an opaque hue of hush. Cotton licked by sweat slickly […]
By Billy Aubin If I could use your hands Can I use your hands? Not as instruments to hold my phallus To place me amongst the male hierarchy Not as weapons I can […]
By Debbie Suarez You call me Black, Mulatto, African-American, Mixed Pero ‘cha ‘cha “Yo soy Latina!” You ask “What are you?” I answer, “A Homo Sapien” Y “Yo soy Latina!” You tell me […]
By Margarita E. Pignataro Child Taken From her land Uprooted Exposed Transplanted Roots Dug up Turned over Fresh Innocent Still Uncovered Unloved Unprotected Unstable Tossed To The other side… […]
By Juana Pignataro En esta tierra de todos donde nadie habla a nadie donde todos somos extraños ya sea por nuestra piel o por nuestra lengua, donde nos llevamos la peor parte por no […]
Don Fitxpatrick at his home. Spring 2012 By Don Fitzpatrick 2012 Facing the test that tests the best A drain on brain and tissue Must seek outside the realm of me Survival now the issue […]
By: Santos Taíno Santiago Something inside me killed my dream I remember them like yesterday’s news Passing by the moment Passing like a hail storm Leaving the cold drops to melt on the pavement […]
By: Santos Taíno Santiago I WAS BORN IN THE GHETTO SURROUNDED BY TENEMENT SKIES CROWDED BY MISFORTUNE A STORY OF MISERY AT EVERY DOOR A STORY OF HOPE ON EVERY FLOOR LOOKING BACK AT […]
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