by Teatuahere Teiti-Gierlach
when I speak of colonization
I’m not referring to ships with white sails
or sandpaper men and their infection Continue reading
by Teatuahere Teiti-Gierlach
when I speak of colonization
I’m not referring to ships with white sails
or sandpaper men and their infection Continue reading
Filed under Poetry
by Nancy Stricklen-Juneau
My mom’s 13th birthday gift was a kitten. Gray and white striped, she named it “Tabi”.
Tabi is important to this story, because, of all the things my mom was forced to leave behind, her name, her belongings, her friends, Tabi was what she remembered, even as an old woman, when dementia’s eraser wiped out most of her mind. Continue reading
Filed under Nonfiction
by Christian Hanz Lozada
“I’m Nani’s husband. Not that Nani, the other one,
Papa’s granddaughter, no, we never met.
I’m calling to say, Papa had a stroke.
There’s nothing to do he might get better.” Continue reading
Filed under Poetry
by Warren Woessner
Are creating “tomorrow’s future”
on the covers of my collection
of 1950’s chemistry sets. Continue reading
Filed under Poetry
by Emma Aylor
I know it’s rare for me to start
this way: talking plainly to you, as I am now.
It’s as simple as wanting
to tell you something that happened Continue reading
Filed under Poetry