What is it about a good kiss that melts hearts and brings lovers together?
Adam Hughes’s ecstatic poem is a celebration of love and the natural world.
Life may never be fair, but we can do our best to make our society that way.
For those who have been in the Grand Forks community for several years, Time-Out week and Wacipi proves to be a tired exercise in cultural sensitivity training, which is exceedingly frustrating when the ones you are making your case to have in theory, ‘committed themselves to cultural diversity.’
Do you let your kids play video games? If you do, how do you decide what is too violent for their age?
These are comments by Glides, Nico, and Mr. Supertypo on the post “We’re Raising a Generation of Killers”.
Jamie Utt challenges us to remember that Thanksgiving isn’t just a time to give thanks, but also a time to remember the atrocities committed against the indigenous nations of North America and help make change along side them.
Medicine Men Howl With a feather I inquired like Jack Wilson, And chasing the evil of stars, I would be a chief of Indians, Although the God-damned camp fires burn like Rome. I would take you to Morocco to paint as if French Or talk to you on Cezanne’s early failures. Teenage medicine men…
I Am Apache You stabbed me twice in my stomach. I was brave and did not drink Or smoke marijuana. I did not ask you to marry. I asked only that you face me And handcuff your wrists to mine For a week or two. Now, I am off to concrete jail cells In…
The Passion of Rock She deflected my kisses Though they meant desperation, not love. Where shall I? To Cochise. There sacred smoke signals Dissipate until God. Give me a rock.