Do Not Love Me To Death


Ana Behibek Love was an early morning breeze drifting through windows and floating through doors Bed time prayers quietly tucked into princess sheets Kissing boo boos and bandaging knees My grandmother diligently kneading biscuit dough to feed the family Daddy dirty and sweaty sun blackened from a long days work but still taking the time…

This Thing Called HIV


My name is Nykieria Chaney and I’m the same age as HIV in the United States, well its discovery any way. It’s only fair that I admit that I am HIV negative, and I say fair because while I may sympathize with those who have a positive status, I could never understand what it truly…