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We begin the interview with besos at the Colectivo on Humboldt Ave. She is just as beautiful as I remember, I am glad to see her so happy. I admire Iman so much because she just makes it happen. She knew what she wanted before I ever had a chance to help her figure it out. Continue reading Fashion Can be a Thought: A Conversation with Iman Chanel
He whispered nontruths
at the back of my neck
allowing unpurified darkness
in my heart.
I asked him
did he want
to see the light,
and he did.
a poem by Dr. Debora B. Wisneski
Sitting by an open window on a
late spring evening,
cool damp air hovers just inside
the screen as it touches my skin.
I want to
sit straight up in my
Blackness Continue reading Inkwell
a poem by Andrea Azarian
It is the case in this life sometimes
That the hardness we create
To wall off the pain
I’m seven and like every weekend, I’m at my grandma Roberts’ house. I like my grandma’s house; it is the prettiest on the block! My grandma loves flowers. She has flowers everywhere in her yard— pink ones, purple ones— I don’t know all of their names, but she has a lot of roses too. And they smell so good! My grandpa shapes the bushes in the front of the house to look like spirals. All of the colors are really pretty; everything is always perfect, like in a magazine. Last summer she won a contest for the most beautiful yard. And she’s nice. She’s always smiling and joking with me. Continue reading Can’t Go Back
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Getting out of dodge.
June and July are my least favorite months. I find myself bored w the world around me and the weather is too hot for me to engage effectively with summer activities. Continue reading Getting Out of Dodge
I want you to fall asleep in my arms.
All naked and sweaty and spent Continue reading Chapter 7
Accentuate the stressed lines,
lines and scratches fined to intertwine, Continue reading Find to Intertwine
by Nakeysha Roberts Washington
It’s not true what they say, you know. When people slit their wrists, sometimes they do want to die.
Google search: How to tie a noose? Continue reading Just Fell
Photographer: Deulon Lesure Roberts
Poem by: Nakeysha Roberts Washington
by: Nakeysha Roberts Washington
Petals drift lightly
Away from the morning sun
by Jerod Duris
I am sitting in Taco bell, trying to eat and read La Casa Verde by Mario Vargas Llosa. Suddenly I am startled by a fever-pitched voice coming from behind me. Continue reading Incivility
Let us engage in mental foreplay
Caress my cranium with your wits
Drop jewels, not gemstones, but historical facts and scripture Continue reading Mental Foreplay
I have officially been back in Milwaukee for about a month. I’ve completed my first few weeks of work, I’ve marched and protested, I have cried, reflected, and acquainted myself with a city that I thought I knew so well. Continue reading Those Kids
Though I admit upfront that I would never vote Republican because of their ideologies, I am not the type of person who denies people the right their own opinions, but as I look at the Republican Presidential Nominee, I think, “Whose mans is this?” Continue reading Whose Mans is This? Presidential Nominee Edition