By Grace E. Reed | Poetry
I stood there on the sidewalk looking at the University Occupy protesters coming my...
Occupy
By Grace E. Reed | Article
When I think of Occupy I think of filling in something, a void, with...
When I think of Occupy I think of filling in something, a void, with...
Hearts
By Theresa Wolfwood
you enter my land break it with your cruel machines I watch you bring...
you enter my land break it with your cruel machines I watch you bring...
Oh Palestine
By Theresa Wolfwood | Poetry
everywhere the pale whispers of olive blossoms bulldozers gash the innocent earth puffs of...
everywhere the pale whispers of olive blossoms bulldozers gash the innocent earth puffs of...
We are still here
By Theresa Wolfwood | Poetry
Last night we went to the seashore My father carried my little brother He...
Last night we went to the seashore My father carried my little brother He...