once upon a time
we were young and restless and bold and beautiful
and thought this world belonged to us
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By Charlotte Chadwick Self-Portrait at 18: I was secret and becoming wolfish 1. I walk on the […]
But there’s also something amazing about the way she experiences everything for the first time: like, being on land! Having legs! How she preens & poses in that torn sail, because it’s her first outfit! And who can forget the moment she sees a fork in the wild for the first time? Delight!
We looked up at our real stars from within her song,
not stoned, too young to drink even,
interlacing fingers, my arm inside of yours,
and you pressed against me like a drug, my drug, and
the mental image of the above shutter-clicked for my lifetime
of not knowing whether to forever choose
This grew from who we were allowed to play with to where she ultimately spent her career as a teacher. She refused to teach in our all white neighborhood and instead taught in a south urban Phoenix area, where she believed she could truly make a difference in young people’s lives. And she did indeed.
By LindaAnn Lo Schiavo “Bohemia is a place where everyone is as good as everyone else!” In […]
“The coming summer sun reminds me of fun times, sexy games, and community pow-wows, picnics, and hopscotch with the neighborhood children. It transports me to a fiction where I only remember the comforting things and can ignore all the reasons things had to change. I conveniently forget that I almost died there, more than once.”
By Raymond Baxter Isn’t it funny that most people remember their childhood days with rose tinted glasses? Those […]
By Jillian Green DiGiacomo I remember books. Not reading them, of course, but owning them. I used […]
Instead it is my anger that sparks, and I who burns
on this mountainous bonfire of regret
as, finally, I realize it was I who never amounted
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