Peace and I met at 2 in the morning with my head hanging out the window to catch snow on my tongue He was so cold and refreshing and new He breathed out white clouds And the light of the moon reflecti...
My name is truth … but you could call me right on my ancestors’ history, because being right is telling stories with meaning… Remember me. I believe in equality for my brother’s ...
Peace and I met at 2 in the morning with my head hanging out the window to catch snow on my tongue He was so cold and refreshing and new He breathed out white clouds And the light of the moon reflecti...
Dancing is you with me floating on the sea with the sunshine on your face like you’re on stage with the lights on finding your way back but you can’t leave Dancing is like poetry: the song never e...
Everything around us is taken for granted, from the Sun to the Moon to the very wind at our backs. It is with us so often, we don’t think of it as essential or vital Just… there. When it i...
Words. Everywhere and nowhere. Everything begins with them, a poem, a friendship, a thought. To have silence, is to have words. To have peace, is to have words. Floating around you unseen. You think t...
In a new initiative at Writers in the Schools, our WITS writer corps is being joined by two apprentices, Amy Hirayama and Brian Dang, who will further their K-12 creative writing education skills with...
In a new initiative at Writers in the Schools, our WITS writer corps is being joined by two apprentices, Brian Dang and Amy Hirayama, who will further their K-12 creative writing education skills with...
Here is to my Parents my two grandmothers too, who do so much for me in everything I do. Here’s to my ancestors. The ones before me The ones who paved the way so I could be whoever or whatever ...