A note from our Founder & Editor in Chief
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Wade’s Courage.
We say we don’t know what to say around them / they / us / he / his / she / her / hers / they / them none of our business and when a black father offered love and support we suddenly knew our tongues awoke from the deepest slumber with ignorance black people… Read more
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Domestic Violence: Hispanic Women Stuck in the Shadows
Featured Artwork: Egle Plytnikaite There was a Spanish song I heard only a handful of times growing up, playing in the car as my mami drove my cousins and I to the mall every Friday. I remember mindlessly and innocently trying to mumble along to the then-unknown lyrics; all I knew was that the beat… Read more
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The Art of Praying
Gandhinagar, Hyderabad 2003 8:30am I watched my aunt pour a golden glass of milk over the porcelain statue of goddess Lakshmi Devi. After milk came honey. Then water. I sat cross-legged, half paying attention to the pooja, half paying attention to my Cafurty Telephone Piggy Bank. It was filled with a few paise and stacks… Read more
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Am I Broken?
I once was mistaken for beautiful I decided not to use my voice and the public was forced to read my face instead. I once lost hearing and my brother made the most fire beat with his drums. I once lost my writing pen so I screamed I cried I damn near lost… Read more
