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The New Statue of Liberty on Reality TVA Poem by Invisible InkThe students I teach are immigrants from all over the world and if 9/11 has made the Statue of Liberty deaf and dumb, I guess I will have to stand in .. |
SightA Poem by L LopezYou taught me to speak English, You taught me to read and write, You taught me to make a wish, And you taught me .. |
even the catsA Poem by J.M.Bthe laughter ended last time i saw you when you whisked away to Brixton Station amidst red carriage engine roar, and i hobbled hom.. |
ImmigrantsA Story by JaciThis country as it is today was founded by explorers and immigrants. Not just those who wished to conquer and plunder the wealth of native inhabitants.. |
Chapter 4A Chapter by Carmen-Rose McGillOn this floor, was simply a desk where they Newsboys had to sign in and pay for their lodging. The clerk was half asleep and seemed to be almost bl.. |
Chapter 11A Chapter by Carmen-Rose McGillWhen I woke, I was immediately hit by a splitting headache that left me wishing that I was still asleep. But once I’m up, I’m up and.. |
Chapter 13A Chapter by Carmen-Rose McGillSpot must have gotten in late the last night, because when he knocked on my door to wake me, he sounded exhausted. “Don’t take too l.. |
Chapter 15A Chapter by Carmen-Rose McGillOnce we got to the rich part of town, we stayed in the shadows of the houses, careful to stay away from streetlamps. A pair of policemen were c.. |
Chapter 16A Chapter by Carmen-Rose McGillThe next day before work, Fish and the others teased me relentlessly about spending the night by the harbor with Spot. They didn’t dare s.. |
Chapter 17A Chapter by Carmen-Rose McGillWhen we walked into the room where we normally hung out, it was indeed like the Civil War all over again. Blink and another newsie, who I belie.. |
Chapter 18A Chapter by Carmen-Rose McGillSpot had a little spring in his step while we walked back to Brooklyn, taking our time. I was not in the mood to put up with Fish’s teasi.. |
Chapter 19A Chapter by Carmen-Rose McGillThe next day, Spot woke me up way before the sun rose, which left me wondering if Spot ever slept. He was always the first awake, and I’d.. |
Chapter 20A Chapter by Carmen-Rose McGillI walked into the Brooklyn Lodging House, following my nose to the room where we played cards. It had the same distinct smell of men sweating a.. |
Something Cool for RemembranceA Poem by MiriamMBNostalgia, remembrance of old friends, old lives, memories that do not feel like memories at all. |
Chapter 24A Chapter by Carmen-Rose McGillNow came the wait. I didn’t know where Mrs. Hawkins was, or if would even be able to properly mug her. And if I would be able to, who sai.. |
Chapter 25A Chapter by Carmen-Rose McGillSpot seemed to be purposefully making us miss the curfew, which was fine by me. Missing the curfew with Spot often meant Carrying the Banner wi.. |