First Line Friday
Ultraviolet
Aida Salazar
Who invented love, anyway?
Had to be a girl, right?
Had to be.
'Cause I don't get it.
Who can understand
the feeling of shimmering sol
that swallows anything smart
you wanna say
and tangles your blushing nerv
First Line Friday
Fire Keeper's Daughter
Angeline Boulley
I start my day before sunrise, throwing on running clothes and laying a pinch of semaa at the eastern base of a tree, where sunlight will touch the tobacco first.
Prayers begin with offering se
