-
Rivers or Shadows Down The Line of The Letter
by Margaret Saigh Between control and intuition wild geese fly low in the bedroom wood— you knew this once some trees, processed pulped, glossed, priced. Geese fly low along the slats. Blossom of the spider. We arrive from one another— chain of somersaulting babes around the belly of the earth my mom went into the…
-
Earth Day
by Maria Letterioti Artist: Marta Mengardo We were told yesterday in class that we must respect Earth. That means the plants and the animals. The environment, our natural habitat. “We must collect all trash from the beach,” our teacher said. “We must not leave any waste behind, and we have to be considerate of others.…
-
My Parents Have Always Fought
by Sage Leona Artist: Sohei Szincza My parents have always fought. Mentally, verbally, physically. All of my memories of my entire first fifteen years of life are entwined with horror stories of their annoyances which turned into disagreements always becoming an argument and usually escalating into a fight.The fights never seemed to end, they lasted…