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Long ago, in the days of no time, there was a Tribe. This tribe was very ancient. They lived on the lands of courage and knowledge, a special land made by the creator itself. The land was marvelous; Healthy wildlife, fresh fruits, clean water, and a connected people. It was a paradise. Every morning, when the light of the sun woke the world, rains would shower the land; bringing fresh fruits and a fresh start to the life below. Once the people woke they would gather and give praise to the almighty creator, which they believed the sun to be the closest representation. They believed that if they failed to show gratitude, the sun would stop providing the life force energy that the earth needs to maintain itself. They worshiped for about an hour each day. singing, shouting, dancing and even crying; they did whatever was necessary to express their gratitude. After worship, all of the elders would gather fruits and begin to feed the animals of the lands, as many as they could.

The elders dedicated their lives to the lands, they believed that all life started as one and that all is connected. It was taught that when they die their life force energy would convert back into the lands in which it came. The elders were very spiritual and peaceful people. They gave to life as much as they could. It’s believed that the elders were often visited by the creator itself, giving them insight into higher knowledge and greater purpose.

While the elders fed the animals, the children of the land went out into the fields to play with each other. They sang, danced, played with the animals, they even discussed life and it’s many questions. It was important that children expressed themselves early in the day, this connected them to the realm of life and also to one another. The children were very close and very compassionate to one another.

During this time, The men and women would celebrate their bond with an act of sex. This act bonded the two. It made them as one. connecting them to the frequency of life and to one another. When the sun touched the top of the mountains and the elders have returned, the women would go and pick fruit for their families. Eating fruit during the day was essential for long and healthy life.

After the families have eaten, consuming the energy from life itself, they bathed. It was taught that people are like flowers of life and that keeping a fresh aroma is good for the life force energy inside one’s body. Once the sun was brightest in the sky and all birds were active, The children went off to sacred grounds to learn from the elders. Both male and female children learned together, making all equal. The elders taught them all sorts of amazing things, from the creation of life itself to the crafting of a chair. Everything was important. The children loved to learn. They couldn’t learn enough. Learning about the history of life and of the lands gave the children a stronger connection with their people. It made them feel alive. Because of this passion for learning, the children became extremely gifted in areas of life. They were proficient woodcutters, genius hunters, and they even had a remarkable understanding of the universe. Not only were they an advanced group, but they were extremely healthy. Being well rounded provided them with the balance of life itself.

While the children were off learning, the lives of the men and women were quite simple. The woman began her day alone, stretching and meditating; expressing her body to the world. It was extremely important for the woman’s body to be relaxed. The woman was a doorway for human life. Her compassion and gracefulness were important, for she was a representation of the earth itself. Being a doorway for life, in each home, the women were considered the highest privilege. Families worshiped the head woman in the house. Due to this high level of honor, the women often had a lot of free time. After her meditation, it was the woman’s duty to patch all torn clothing and to clean the entire house for the family. The woman took pride in her duties. She loved making The home a palace for the family. The women had a very strong bond. Afterward, when the women were done with family duties, they would join each other. Together the women conversed and made baskets, clothes, medicine.

Being a man on the land was probably the most challenging yet rewarding positions. Men spent most of their days doing physical activities. Doing house repairs, jogging, making hunting tools, etc… It was important that as a man you stay active. Although the men were well connected, it was every man for himself. Men were not allowed to hunt together. Bringing food back to one’s family was considered sacred. Men were only allowed to worship, exercise, and build together. Everything else he did with his family. Men took his position in life with great honor. Realizing that they were masters over all of the earth, men grew a passion for this way of life. Elders taught, “man is the guide for the woman and children. It is he who protects and directs the family.” Because of this belief men believed themselves to be the light manifested in human form. No one light should interfere with another’s beam.

The land lived in peace for eons. The earth and people lived as one. Every man and woman accounted for. It Represented a perfect balance between men and nature. Elders often speak of a time where the lands would become unbalanced. An era of complete chaos. During this era, elders would stop feeding the animals. They also stopped passing knowledge and wisdom down to the people. Without guidance, the people would lose their connection to the creator and to the earth itself.

Although the elders never told which day the shift would occur, they preached to a child that would be born from the family of true worshipers. Not only would this child be the most knowledgeable in all the land, but he would also be the pureblood; connecting his life force energy back to the earth. Re-establishing this connection with the earth, this child would emit an extremely powerful energy. The energy was so powerful that it caused the child to glow. If concentrated correctly, this energy could also be used to heal or destroy.

Because the lands had been at peace for such a long time, many believed this prophecy to be a great tale, told by the elders to scare the children… They couldn’t have been more wrong.


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Fight or Flight by Jessi Harrison

(for Dana…)

My first reaction is to run.

There is no fight. But I can fly.


For this, I am sorry.


You fought.

You built boxing rings

out of test results. Bowed

gracefully before each match.

Showed your opponent no mercy –

but made sure each hit was clean.


Me? I took a box of matches

to the mats the morning I woke

to permanent emptiness. I made the hospital

dance in gasolined blue/orange flames against

the grayest November sky ever etched

from Eden’s rough draft.


Hey God – you fucking missing a blueprint?!


I took your trophies out of the case

& bet it all on forgiveness.


Almost doesn’t count.

Almost is so close to complete.

Almost – is fucked.


Like – you almost had it beat a third time.

Like – you almost found happiness.

Like you almost won.


Like you almost knew how much you were loved.

Like we almost made it clear.

Like you almost stood a chance.

Like it was almost alright.

Like I almost said goodbye.

Like I’ll almost see you tomorrow.

Like it almost doesn’t hurt.


Like you are almost still here.

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Rural by Jessica Hite

dirt roads.
redder than the blood
that spilled to make them.
glistening dark skin
pressed against
rich, white cotton.

sunday picnic baskets.
the finest leisure day clothes,
black bodies drifting
in the summer breeze.

an orange rolled
every morning
by withered black hands.
a sweetness to cast off
the sour of sickness.

too many mouths;
not enough chicken
or eggs or vegetables.
only cents, instead of dollars.
the living not shared—only cropped.

anywhere but here.
pack up and head north.
where nigger is negro,
still bitter and stinging,
but manageable.

long car rides
to grandmother’s house.
ten kids to two rooms,
but we complain about six.

still dirt roads.
strange fruit has
rotted to the ground.
now bullets chase
black bodies
along with the summer breeze.

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Blue Black Girl by Cierra Robinson

Blue Black Girl


Most days my skin smells like sadness


Feels like it was hidden in my bones

Draw blood–I’m certain it’s blue


Keep trying to level up

But I’ve got lead in my shoes

It’s tiring trying to show and prove

I wear a distressed smile

Can you see my holes?

Am i bleached enough when I’m shifting?

Just to enter into the world

Knees ripped from begging myself not to lose my self respect

Because people who don’t see you still won’t have respect

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The Pleasure of Pain by Cree Salvai

I don’t know what hurts more.

The knife slicing my hips

Or the fact I won’t see you tomorrow.

We only had but hours to meet.


I don’t know why I feel like this.

I really thought I was okay.

I guess I still just don’t know

How to be sad.


I’m in pain all the time.

But it’s not a sharp pain

like the knife.

It’s a dull,

Lasting pain

A pain you think will

Last forever


Sometimes I question

Why I don’t just try a little harder

To move on.

But then I think to myself:


I’d rather be in pain everyday

Loving you

Than feel nothing at all.

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Everything Chases the Sun by Chris Eyes

Everything chases the sun

The temptation is towards silence

but the noise always seems to win.

I yearn to empty my days of everything but you.

I’ll be burnt but I accept the scars.

See, morning is nothing without a dream to chase,

but while the waste of a generation fades

and days wait only for the moonlight,

my world illuminates in the dark,

where death is a spark,

a spike to the heart,

when all is unsaid,

and the hunger is fed

I contemplate greed

and the silence becomes nothing but a reason to bleed.

The ink is a seed

and everything chases the sun.

– Chris Eyes