CURRENT ISSUE - 3.1
WRITE THE WORLD WEBSITE
THE FLOATING ANCHOR
by AILEEN BAK (Australia)
As a Haenyeo, a Korean sea-woman, her day was just beginning, even before the sun rose in the bitter oceanic cold to ready herself to dive for her day's catch.
BUENA VISTA SOCIAL CLUB
by TULA SINGER (Cuba)
The embassy called and approved our request to leave the country. So we packed our clothes and a couple of other essentials, leaving the rest behind.
by ADDISON RAHMLOW (United States)
I wasn't alive in '93, when cryptosporidium poured
through the water like liquid lava
MEN WAITING FOR A TRAIN
by LOIS BELOVED (Australia)
At first they stand, orphaned, like a line of birds,
first on one foot, then the other, in unison.
RED AND GOLD
by VIVIAN ZHI (Canada)
My words can be a sense of comfort, a feeling of being understood, a thought, an awakening.
MY WORDS ARE NOT MINE ALONE
by AKSHITHA UPADYAYULA (India)
DON'T TRY TO BE BLACK ATLAS
by CARISSA CEASOR (United States)
Shirk your sense of responsibility.
Leave your guilt at the door of progress.
by ANYA WILSON (Ireland)
When I arrive home, there are men outside our cottage. But these are not my dada's friends.
LEMONS AND JUSTICE
by TAZ HANCOCK (Hong Kong)
I believe in justice,
in our voices, in theirs
LEGEND OF QUAY STREET
by PIPPI JEAN (New Zealand)
Of all the swimmer summer and the dust, sun, rain, you are what sticks out.
WHEN NOBODY'S LOOKING
by MARIANA SANTIBANEZ (Mexico)
As we turn into ghost towns and ghost stories,
I memorize the steps, the corners, the edges.
YOU WILL ALWAYS BE FROM ALABAMA
by LEE GAINES (United States)
you have learned there is both good and bad about where you live.
you have learned the stubbornest people on the planet are Southern.