By Frank Kendall Like the fog in Carl Sandburg’s poem, fear has come on little cat feet, seeping silently into various parts of American society. It sits, looking over not just harbor and city, but all of America. I have seen and been affected by this fear over the past several months. It has seeped […]

By Dories Kwamboka I was raised where dreams spoke in hush,In a home where love wore modest hush.My mother stitched hope into every thread,With hands that shaped the life we led. She knocked on doors with weary feet,Took any job to make ends meet.She pieced together school fees owed,And bore our grief with strength she […]