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Judging a book by its content and its cover

October 6, 2015 // 1 Comment

Sometimes the cover of a book is more provocative than the contents of the book.  In the case of MCTC Professor Shannon Gibney’s first book, “See No Color,” due out November 1st, both the cover and the content are provocative. Shannon Gibney pulled from her own experiences as a transracial adoptee to write a book from a perspective rarely, if ever, seen in the Young Adult genre.  Most books are written from the adoptive parent viewpoint, so this book is a chance for the adoptee perspective to shine. “So often,” Gibney says, “well-meaning white liberals have the idea that they don’t really see black.  That they don’t see any difference.  That you are the same and we love you the same.”  But adoptees know that […]

An Ode to Target

February 24, 2015 // 0 Comments

By Sahnje McGonigle  From the cold a bullseye rose Casting a large red shadow it shone! It’s shelves stocked to the brim Knick-knacks as far as the eye could see! With it’s downtrodden employees it’s destiny forged Oddly enough an image of a good clean family store Driven on by the vibe the knick-knacks sell Knick-knacks for every loving and smiling customer! So shower yourself in red and pull up your khakis Follow that dog till the end! And drown yourself in ten-dollar paperweights?  

Our special Spot

February 24, 2015 // 0 Comments

By Jennifer Donnay I set off to a special spot, walking alone with my daughter in hand, Taking in all the beautiful sights, smells, that entice our minds, I arrive at our sanctuary, we take off our shoes, feeling the soft white sand beneath our feet, The worries, the burdens, seem to magically seem bleek. Were Alone together just Mother Nature and her undying beauty, So calm, so peaceful, she has done her duty, My eyes are amazed at the beautiful sight, Of wild eagles as they soar above the crystalline blue sky. The silence is broken by the birds flying free, do they see me? My eyes are fixed by a bald eagle swooping down to catch its lunch, A shooting star I see, […]

Love is a drug

December 14, 2014 // 0 Comments

By Samuel Goldman According to 114 Americans die everyday from drug overdose. 6,748 are forced to enter the ER for the misuse or abuse of drugs. Love is also a dangerous drug.   The Drug dealer gives you their phone number after u ask. There peddling love and false hope. You think there the one. They just want to have some fun with your emotions. Love is an abusive drug . Compassion gets you high. Anger creates withdrawals. Some people try to alter the results by spending money in shopping malls. We can’t control love but we all crave it. Is it your favorite prescription ? Does it affect your ambition ? Love overdose is fatal if you don’t wake up in the hospital.

His Piano

December 11, 2014 // 0 Comments

By Nykki Norlander His Piano is in the attic, large windows face the moon and his hands itch, his body creaks like the stairs as he climbs them. Bookcases line the opposite wall of the piano. When he can glimpse the middle shelf, he knows he made it. His knee stiffens and he grips the railing, tempted to call out for his granddaughter, Macy. but the words catch in his throat like tears. Once there, he closes his eyes and plays like Beethoven or so Macy used to say. The music melts into him the wrinkles in his face smoothen, he loses a few years and his wife’s’ green eyes and piano key smile flash before him. Grandma is gone, Macy cried a few days […]


December 7, 2014 // 0 Comments

By Samuel Goldman I rock blue skinny jeans. My beanies come in different colors like jelly beans. My love  poems are as sweet as candy. Someday my writing career will blow up like cotton candy. Welcome to the game. Everyones chasing money and fame. They want power. My rhymes are heating up like a shower. I said heating up like alphabet soup. I ride the bus you drive a coupe. your lost and out of the loop. I can’t find you on the island. All by myself isolated like an island. Call me Drell Revis your dumb like Beavis.

Onto privilege

December 4, 2014 // 0 Comments

Onto privilege,
While standing on the rope
With no net beneath him.
Corner, where the bends forsake proper learning.
Found there, a child bleeds out
2 blocks away from my mother’s house
It’s chilling, that could’ve been anyone
But you’ll never really have to worry
A struggle, eternal in the way winds hit against you every second
Bone dries your mouth and you can’t taste chalk any longer that way back
It’s our own flaw
Only because rectangles suppress you from the truth
Deliciously amused on superficial fruit
Totally, and without repent
Out of the way to justify
When freedom’s a mere flowing stream with pay toll at the head
The polarities of inaccurate, resulting from 2 sides of a town
Trains come in carrying nothing
Take out nothing
And you sit admiring the pretty drawings on them

Bluff Country

December 1, 2014 // 0 Comments

By Sahnje McGonigle The Fabric settled imperfect on the hills. The girl in the passenger seat oh so sweet. The hills draw on and on winding up through and through. We were like a needle through the landscape moving towards the sunset. Warm was her touch on my hand as I sped on and on. Deer dotted the landscape like accidental stitching. The heat spiked contrasting to the winter landscape. As the stitch was finished and the sun swallowed us up.

Leave Behind A Legacy

December 1, 2014 // 0 Comments

I held my sign at Interstate 94 for a while with no luck. I have five dollars to my name which will buy me one meal for today. If I sleep under the same bridge tonight, I might get beat up. It’s easier to target someone who looks like they lost everything, but it is what it is. I will try again tomorrow. I will sleep in a park tonight. One day at a time. Second by second to stay alive. A spiral black vacated bench catches my eye, I hurry over and sit. My legs slowly stop screaming from standing too long. I sink back, slump and sigh.

Whether man….

November 26, 2014 // 0 Comments

By Brooks Robinson While you were sleep in August Those many nights I took to the sky our memories I planted them like stars over September and October So by November when our fall came to take our leaves Departing from each other limbs Would be seen beautiful in color

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