The Delta Statement

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there is nothing but a hole (and other thoughts)

April 17, 2020

nothing – there is nothing there is nothing there is nothing. There should be something. Anything. The tumors in my grandmother’s brain the size of grapes. They moan like animals before they die. The morphine only works when they sleep. The needle goes in so smoothly. Paper against glass. The thin sting. The opened e...

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April 15, 2020

I wish my father had never loved horses. I wish he had never taught me how to love horses. When I look at a horse, instead of thinking of its beauty or the urge I have to ride it bareback, I just think of him. As its mane flows through the hot Arizona breeze, all I see is my father mounted upon its back. I used to look for ho...

To The Little Ones I Love

Jennifer McIntosh, Learning Young

Skynia Butts, Student Contributor

February 27, 2020

To the little ones I love,  I wanted to write you a Baldwinian letter, but I am not James Baldwin. I am not that lyrical or experienced with words. You probably do not even know who Baldwin is at your present age. Don’t worry! I'll give you a mouth full as you grow, but I wanted to share some of the things I have been...