By Mariana Llanos
Invisible children fall
through the cracks of the system
like Alice in the rabbit hole.
But these children…
through the cracks of the system
like Alice in the rabbit hole.
But these children…
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- By Cedar SigoHow to fall asleep easily on the beach, to dig clams, to dream a net made of nettles, a medicine of …
- By Tanaya WinderWake up, greet the sun, and pray.
Burn cedar, sweet grass, sage—
sacred herbs to honor the lives we’… - By Tanaya WinderSummers meant sticking my arm out the back of a rez car.
No other windows rolled down.
Consequences … - By Suma SubramaniamYou cannot pronounce my name.
“Soor-ya.” Not “soar.”
Surya—the sun god.
Mom always tells me that a smile… - By Heid E. ErdrichWhen a whole being
births into your hands
still you see your hands
no matter how unworldly
the beauty… - By Suma SubramaniamI come from a country so far away
that you may have visited only in your dreams.
My face does not bear… - By Ari TisonMy dad used to call me Eagle Eyes. I was the one to find eagles, owls, blue jays
on a dark day. He called… - By Mahogany L. BrowneThere is no room on this planet for anything less than a miracle
We gather here today to revel in the… - By Mariana Llanosour children in the line of firescrambling for their liveswhile we dreamily polish our gunsreminders…
- By Dawn QuigleyTheir memory, do not let it lie fallow
On the blue earth banks
Which caught the 38 tears
As they spilled… - By Mariana LlanosWar
War Motive
War Marvel
War Mother
War Martyr
War Mourning
War Money
War Monger
War Murder
War Monster… - By Kim StaffordBecause they were rich and clever, all
the ambassadors designed an echo chamber
of glass and platitudes… - By Nathalie HandalShe told me, Mama, I want to see the world. I told her, Go. When she returned she said: I saw barefoot…
- By Kim StaffordThe design committee for making the world
had stalled with the problem of drought.
“We have the sea … - By Nathalie HandalI’d like to be a shrine, so I can learn from peoples’ prayers the story of hearts. I’d like to be a …
- By Chen ChenYou are the ice cream sandwich connoisseur of your generation.
Blessed are your floral shorteralls,… - By Mosab Abu Tohai
When you open my ear, touch it
gently.
My mother’s voice lingers somewhere inside.
Her voice is the… - By Chen ChenSee the stars nightly
disobeying the night.
Watch the pattering rain
sketch an anarchist’s
map to … - By Dawn QuigleyLangston, we too, sing Turtle Island.
We are the 574 Nations.
They want to hide us
In the past tense…