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Many would agree that a nation’s government has no authority to tell its citizens what they can and cannot do in the bedroom. However, Uganda’s government does not agree. The nation still has sodomy laws in place, stating that participating …
To receive an education means that an individual has a better chance of succeeding than someone without a quality schooling. Nepal has seen tremendous improvements to their education system, but it still leaves many kids without a place to learn …
This is a call for all artists, illustrators, designers, and photographers in the Colorado Springs or Denver areas. Do you want to see your art published on our website, or — even better — in our 2020 print edition? Then …
Michele Battiste is the author of Waiting for the Wreck to Burn (Trio House, 2019), Uprising ( Black Lawrence, 2014), and Ink for an Odd Cartography ( Black Lawrence, 2009). She is also the author of several chapbooks, including Left: Letters to Strangers (Grey Book, 2014). Her …
Poem Version: All seasonsAll colorsAll sights for eyes to seeAll soundsAnd all smells tooAll for a heart to melt overAll to see your faceOh SummerMy cousin has come to me fallingNow I wish it wasn’t meWasn’t my turnYou know me …
ONE She was the center of the universe But only for an instant And then She died away. As she lay there sleeping, The stars zoomed past And she was no more, But one With all that is. UNGROUNDED Let us swimLet …
What, off-white existence.Quiet, until a stabbing Marks us red (& the unlucky deadHave nowhere to go — Messiahs are word of mouth, Afterlife out of the question)We live lives proofed by resistance;To be is to refuse their willingTo mark myself with that, familiar …
The peak of pink, she wears lilac spring chic. With morning skin, she bathes in Sun’s fresh gaze. The fog, viscous, a rising nest for sheep, lay heavy and deep like youth’s guileless haze. Iridescent light’s purple hum is sung …
Skinny Frail, eager for satisfying hunger but lost without past companyStarved of the warmth of their mother’s arms, or the kisses of their friend’s puppyBurned out by the ashes of their brain’s tantrums, they curl into a ball of peak …
I stood alone As you walked away. I should’ve known That it would end this way. A creak in the bone From between my vertebrate…Your necklace: a millstone. It aches me to say That I can’t let you in. Enraged, I abandon To the cold outside. The snow that I …