Racism, Travel and the Noble Savage in Translation by Margaret Saine
A warning forthwith: I’m retired, and therefore have the fool’s freedom of free play, that is, I have the...
A warning forthwith: I’m retired, and therefore have the fool’s freedom of free play, that is, I have the...
Artwork by Amy Bassin At night the wind blows without great force but the slight, constant breeze makes it...
I am alone in this glass house we had built on the crest of a mountain within the forest....
Hope New life new leaf new pagenew phase new phraseerase the ragethat atethe voidcalled heartthat hurt and fell deadlike...
Like I can’t breathe Like the air doesn’t reach my lungs Like the lump in my throat chokes me...
I (This is a narrative poem in four parts written from the perspective of a long- term resident of...
I put my heart into my mother’s coffin and now it throbs under the ground. All the letters I...
(To my mother who could not love me) I was the best daughter-slave, but she snubbed me.
Children bore of cave paintings Typing on phones on a field trip Talking back to their teachers And giving...
Dear Impending Sense of Doom Dear Impending Sense of Doom, Hello again. It has been less than eight hours...