Standing on Rocks with Fists
By Alej (they/them) on Collage by Jason Hannan On cusp dusky twilight, periwinkle wide - breaching highest cotton edge, our souls touched. Tasked selling
Poetry
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Decolonizing or Dying?
By Tiny on I mean how can we talk about just transfers
and still b owning her while she b desecrated and yet
On Native Ground
By Tatiana Lyulkin on Nobody owns the sunrise,
The air we breathe,
The ground
Where we plant
And nurture our seeds.
The ones
Who
The Stolen Land
By Terry Johnson on You are on Indigenous lands swimming in Indigenous waters looking up at Indigenous skies looking down at Indigenous water creatures
A Nation
By Mikaius Mikki Leon Smith on I’m Acceptable as I amWhy can’t others understand?For I was raised in a nationA nation whom people who are different
Don’t look at the dying
By Julia Vinograd on Don’t look at the dying;you’ll only encourage them.The homeless, the hungry, the hurting,they’re not really thereand it’s not polite to
By the Bus Stop
By Virginia Barett on She sells flores | Flowers by the bus stop | La gente | La basura | Walgreens is always open
Street album
By Claire J. Baker on May we all keep a photographof the momentsomeone’s eyesmeet our ownand linger—that silvery silence when both acceptour differences and let
Street meditation
By Claire J. Baker on We live on this planet wondering who we are beyond our griefs & sorrows, hunger, struggle & war. Our cares