1 min
Poetry
Poetry
1 min
Asian-American
When I was a child, being Asian-American meant breaking wooden chopsticks over a noodle lunchbox
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Poetry
1 min
Rockets Red Glare
Poetry
1 min
Streets
Poetry
1 min
Coldwater
Creative Nonfiction
2 min
All the News Is True
There are—lions—roaming the streets, roars rattling frail windows and doors, eating the poor. Menacing, golden-maned monster—stay inside or see your own insides spilled out on the sidewalk—that’s
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Poetry
1 min
I Hear Them Saying Daddy's Name
Poetry
1 min
Goodnight, Sweetheart
Oh, my daughter son, my child,
you were so young
when I sent you off to win the war
on women’s ... [+]
you were so young
when I sent you off to win the war
on women’s ... [+]
Poetry
1 min
On the edge of Bratenahl
An ancient ghost of a train rattles across rusted rivets
It sings on the tracks of work once ... [+]
It sings on the tracks of work once ... [+]
Poetry
1 min
Greenville
Poetry
1 min
blind by the color of skin
To live color blind for the mind to find peace and prosperity, for society to change so the
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Poetry
1 min
Ode to Death
Poetry
Indiana at 3 a.m.
Creative Nonfiction
4 min
Why Slavery in America?
To some degree, American slavery was due to the glaciers of the last Ice Age that ended nearly twelve thousand years ago. As the ice, covering five million square miles and as thick as 10,000 feet
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Creative Nonfiction
3 min
America, My Home
Proudly, my grandfather stood on Liberty Island in New York Harbor in the year 1920 reading the inscription, “Give me your tired; your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free. Send
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Creative Nonfiction
5 min
Juneteenth
While I am embarrassed to not know of my Black history Juneteenth, I am also angry, that my school system failed me when I was coming up in my time of the 40ties, and 50ties with that
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Creative Nonfiction
1 min
My Coloring of America
Red.
An open wound, a gunshot, a hand leaving a loud, angry mark on a pale face. Red, the color of states that people look dismissively down upon, while the constituents trapped inside scream ... [+]
An open wound, a gunshot, a hand leaving a loud, angry mark on a pale face. Red, the color of states that people look dismissively down upon, while the constituents trapped inside scream ... [+]