They call me the Ratrunner,
I’ve been here for quite a while now,
In this sewer in New York City,
It’s full of rats here,
They’re dirty, nasty, stingy rats,
A few of them probably have diseases,
These rats, they are very hated by humankind,
I am one of them.
In fact, I’m the biggest, baddest rat here,
Or so I would like to [...]

I want a butterfly, mother,
A beautiful one that follows me everywhere,
When I go to the park, it’ll fly after me and protect me from all the bad things in the woods,
I want a bumblebee, mother,
A nice little one that will follow me everywhere,
When I go to the garden, it’ll fly after me and protect me [...]

Rap isn’t gibberish, it’s a form of art,
Poetry of the streets, they call it,
It’s a way of expressing oneself,
Rap’s not about guns or girls,
Flying bullets or gangsters with mullet cuts,
It’s about letting your emotions flow,
Pouring your heart into the beats and lyrics,
Letting the music be your voice,
Rap’s about making a choice between life and death,
It’s [...]

There’s no such thing as Red-bridge, you fools.
You’ve all just been tricked by the evil witch who wishes you ill,
I, for one, do not believe in such a place,
Even if you walk for ages, you still won’t get there!
It’s just ridiculous, to believe in such raucousness,
You old people are like little children,
Believing every single thing [...]

There’s a road somewhere,
A tiny road that leads to Red-bridge,
On it are many travelers, carrying many belongings,
They’re headed to Red-Bridge,
The wind is gentle on this road,
The sun is warm and the skies are at rest,
The travelers are quite content,
And when it begins to darken,
And all seems to be put into the world of shadows,
The moon [...]

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This is a drawing by Thanh Huynh, who currently lives in Seattle, Washington. Her art serves as a reminder of many pleasant memories. It recalls a hopeful period in time where all seemed possible.
Inspired by the California Goldrush, Thanh drew this picture to portray the sentiments carried by those who ventured to the West [...]

The skies over Bellingham seem tranquil this evening. The sun had just set and the sounds of the city have come to a peaceful silence. A photographer from Western Washington leans out of the window from her dorm and snaps a picture with her camera.
This photo is just one of many taken of sunsets over [...]

“I stand here, listening to the cold wind under the curtain of night. I feel my heart shattered into a million pieces.” These are the words written by a soldier whose hopes have reached rock-bottom. He sees nighttime as a curtain falling over the world while the stage is being set again for the next [...]

I still Remember that sorrowful Monday…
The last words we Shared,
I regarded them with a light attitude
As if we’d see each other the Next Day,
Though Knowing -
That might be the Last Time
I stand in your Presence.
Will I start to forget You as I continue Moving On?
Will someone else Replace your spot?
The returning Memories give me Hope.
Yet [...]