Rachel Ann

I wonder what it’s like to be a bird, to fly so high, riding the sky, with the wind on my face, moving with grace, part of such an amazing place. To spread my wings, hear my feathers sing to the sound of the wind between my wings. To see all things— beautiful sights, wide open skies, and ocean tides, spread my wings wide. I want to build a home in a tree, and just be. About this Poem: “I Want to Ride the Sky” is a reflection on the longing for freedom, movement, and the simple peace of...

I ask you… why do you rate or hate people because they don’t look the way you believe they should? Who made you our guide, given you the right to decide that some are greater or less? Sounds like you made a big mess. Why do you name those who wear a dress as everything less than you? Who gave you the right to choose which ones are winners and what makes others sinners? The ones you choose to abuse because they wear tattoos. Separating sisters and brothers by calling them others because they...

Money can buy any illusion you choose We strive for money because we believe that’s what will make us rich. With enough money we can buy a narrative and play any part, or become anyone we choose. We can reserve our place at the table, thinking it will make us able, or even that it’s stable. Delusional, trapped in an illusion— one we’ve created to keep safe, like a security blanket wrapped tightly. But what happens when the blanket starts to unravel? Will the illusion travel? We think that...