The weight of their burnt ashes from once hidden camps, Latched to the smoldering fire as their souls wither away. Shrinking images...

I know something my mother does not. I know she feels me growing inside, gnawing at the chance for fresh air. the waves of emotions that...

your land’s omnipotent defiler told you your languages sounded dirty on their tongues; that your women (the women that fed you with...