Poems
Holly Day

 

  "I wrap my thoughts around the egg inside me
will my body full of feathers
fluff and bubblewrap."

Poems
Nancy Pulley

 

" When I lost my parents, 
she was the one who entered
my room, dreamed
on the quilt beside me."

 
 

" The last thing he said to me was he was gonna drop off the laundry at the fluff-n-fold, grab a Whopper and some onion rings from Burger King, then go by The Home Depot to pick up some Mexicans. In that order. How he ended up across town sticking up the 7-Eleven is truly, truly, beyond me. "

 

Song of Ancestry and Writing the Past
An Interview with Jessica Abughattas

 

" What would this woman say if we woke her from her grave and explained how I live my life today? Unearthed the world of her descendants? Would she marvel at the abundance and ease in which I live? Would she consider it the death of tradition, or a rebirth? I’m not really sure. Then I arrive at the ultimate question when considering diaspora, do my actions honor or erase my ancestry? What is my identity?  "

 
 

Volume XLII

  "CLOUDS OVER FORT LEWIS"   ERIC FITZPATRICK,  OIL 36" X 60"

"CLOUDS OVER FORT LEWIS" ERIC FITZPATRICK, OIL 36" X 60"