I’ve been around the corner Throwing rocks on the freeway Staying on punishment even on a free day I’ve been in the back of trap houses Surrounded by artillery My generation’s thirst for drugs Put an ice cold chill in me I’ve been in the principal’s office Still cussin’ at the secretary Interventions in the camera room With security looking scary I’ve been hanging out the window On my wild […]
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Paige Stetson | Chutzpah
I witnessed the world dripping in the carcass of delinquency and the children mopping up their mess. Wide-eyed innocence perhaps the more fruitful and the tunneled convention maybe less. It is the stride of a girl—one who has barely ceased blossom—that will be shadowed by the rest and the feeble fingers of a boy that will untangle the perpetual mess. Youthful audacity has yet to be dulled by the intellect […]
Joe Cottonwood | On the road to freedom
Control In black leotard and pink tights she dances before the big mirror, one entire wall of reflection —of motion, of strawberry blond with freckles. She’s what — eighteen? — and chatty as I replace the water heater. To my eyes she seems all bounce and unbelievably young to be shacked up in a one-room, one-bed cabin with a stone-face prison doctor triple her age who drives an old Chevy […]
Karol House | I’m from where
I’m from Bineshi’s bloodline. That’s Bill Baker if you don’t speak Ojibwemowin.* Ni migizi dodem.** I’m from sitting on green boxes on 6-mile corner, watching cars go by. Sometimes their four doors didn’t match. I’m from Packer games on Sundays, Greyhound trips for the holidays, and Easter baskets with Karla. I’m from women with the same last name and a father none of us knew. I’m from the woods; northern. […]
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