He thought, “Mom is it OK?” He said out loud in front of the mirrow, “I need to go to work today, I want to make a difference, I want to do a good job.” He drove to work He put … Continue reading
21 November, 2011
by Grace E. Reed
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21 November, 2011
by Grace E. Reed
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He thought, “Mom is it OK?” He said out loud in front of the mirrow, “I need to go to work today, I want to make a difference, I want to do a good job.” He drove to work He put … Continue reading
19 November, 2011
by Grace E. Reed
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I stood there on the sidewalk looking at the University Occupy protesters coming my way They were marching and chanting ‘We are the 99%!” There were at least 300 of them, youth from PSU downtown Portland Youth, active, rosy cheeked … Continue reading
17 November, 2011
by Theresa Wolfwood
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put away the banners stack up the placards the demonstration is over a few hundred hardy souls clumped under umbrellas it always rains in March weary and dejected we cleave to friends and home we dry out our socks and … Continue reading
17 November, 2011
by Grace E. Reed
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I need to free my mind from me So that perfection will delay swallowing me That the spark that was lit that night they rolled in their bed in passion that defined me This sixty-five years later in my mind … Continue reading
16 November, 2011
by Theresa Wolfwood
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We are the canaries in the mine shaft of daily fear of a suffocating end that we, the world, even unto the smallest fly, will die snuffed by poison emanating from crazed leaders from profit mad media moguls from the … Continue reading
16 November, 2011
by Sumeet Grover
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Landed on the land of snow, A coloured man- One from a billion, Red gem in the white landscape. Why are they so Insecure? “What brings you here? What would be your four-day postcode?” Is what greets me. I was … Continue reading
16 November, 2011
by Sumeet Grover
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16 November, 2011
by Sumeet Grover
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Why should I Pick up this pen today, And write- Fight For injustice, Only to realise It has been few words, Few thoughts, Few beliefs And few sheets This pen Has endured many years, Many struggles- Ones which bear fruit … Continue reading
14 November, 2011
by Hemani Jayaswal
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As i look at you, your deformed body I feel myriad emotions pity for a moment a desire to help in another a sudden realization then enters me you are more powerul than i am you have the power of … Continue reading
13 November, 2011
by Ed Hunte
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With two left feet And two right moves, I spell I love you. Our velvet eyes glued. We knew our final day was due, A troop of vegetative lives, Yielded along a trench Fatally awaiting bloom. In beatitude My tails … Continue reading