Winter
2025

One Single Rose®️: Bag Lady

Bag lady, I know your shoulders are weighed down from weight of the world residing inside your bags— Pain Discrimination Racial profiling Heartache Low self-esteem... The stitching is coming apart… Read More

Mary Gagnon: Deir Al-Baleh

Benjamin eats burning tents for breakfast.  Smoldering and braided with decay.  Soaked in the oxidized blood of children.  His arteries are clogged with melted I.V. lines and the last breaths… Read More

Ru Colvin: Wisdom

You ever think of how wise trees must be? Some of them have been here for hundreds of years.. can you imagine the stories they’d tell if they could talk?… Read More

Hrishika Makker: Invincible

I am broken pieces of diamond, Broken, but still shining in the dark They managed to break me To carve Words I don't want to believe onto me Switched the… Read More

Tomas Garberding: The Emerald Dream 

Lush emerald surroundings sing their tune in the morning  A betrodden but comforting scene, peaceful times  Soft and sensitive conversation taking place, fresh with an evoking sensitivity The trip is… Read More

Monica Isaac: George Jackson

Monica is a mixed media artist living on the eastside of Detroit. Recognizing art as a tool of education and resistance shapes my creative work. Specifically,  I use Film photography… Read More

Gigi Boyd: Gathering The Pieces 

The night after the results came in, I sat alone, a heaviness pressing against my chest. The air felt different, colder, chauvinistic as if the sun had burned through the… Read More

Toi Theriot: Peace Returns Home

Peace taps gently and places a toe just over the threshold... Peeking into the house as it cracks the front door... "Hellooo... hellooo... hellooo... hellooo...." It's echo resounding off the… Read More

kim d. hunter: when

when you blame yourself for bills and bad actors that flood your living space on the regular, that seep through holes in your pocket as the robots of repossession block… Read More

Laura Bailey Brandon: Island

For thousands of years you were a sacred place to the Anisshanabee.  A marshy peninsula hugged by the clear waters of a mighty river.  An entry point for those passing… Read More

Tawana Petty: Alchemizing Violence 

Purveyors of violence  Do not goad us into peace  They distribute ammunition In biometric vending machines They coerce cult retribution Erode all sensibilities Oblivious to the Frankensteins Alchemized inside their… Read More