By: Sr. Janice McLaughlin, MM As a child growing up in Pittsburgh, my father used to take my sister and I fishing on the lakes and rivers in Pennsylvania. No talking was […]
I Can’t Hear

By Peter Oresick Peter Oresick (pronounced o-RES-ik) (1955-2016) was a poet, publisher, professor, and painter of Carpatho-Rusyn descent. The son and grandson of glassworkers, Peter grew up in the working-class factory town […]
Wreck
By Angele Ellis no moon, no stars. the streetlamps as distant as Venus. i boarded the wrong bus— thought i had encompassing right. my membrane of safety slipped like a […]
Off Our Rockers and Into the Streets
By Bette McDevitt You may have seen us over the years. Raging Grannies, wearing hats salvaged from attics, shiny beads reminiscent of Mardi Gras, and buttons with slogans that catalog past causes […]
East End Community Thrift Communal Poem
By Shawna Hammond We left a notebook out to be discovered by shoppers, volunteers or any visitors to the store. On the page, a poem title was suggested with the invitation for […]
Death in Donora; Episode 1

The 1939 Donora High School yearbook baseball team photo features Hall of Famer Stan Musial (top row, second from left) and Buddy Griffey (front row, at left), the grandfather of Mariners great […]
The Masters
June 5, 2017 – By Crystal Faldalen You tell my story without turning my page My race, my body, my income, my age become your headline, hashtag no apology Posting principles […]
The Ancients
April 29, 2017 A poem by Mario William Vitale It’s my last day with the old giants In mourning I hike the lost trails, sniffing the aroma of the bark, that cinnamon of […]
Osama Alomar: City of Asylum Resident Writer

June, 2017 By Mike Schneider Osama Alomar writes bullets. He aims them at the dictator inside the mind. To hit the target they must pierce many layers of confusion. Even as Alomar’s […]
My America
December 7, 2016 By Christina Castillo my America loves me they love my tan and my curls as long as it is not on me they love my mother’s hips and her […]