Add to ORKGA pair of legs that breathe in Strong feet that has cross endless borders Hands that have cultivated millions of trees For you to take away the fruit Traveling on the path of the wind Coming without warning Each day had begun enthusiastically and happily Even though they hate us because we represent dreams of aspiration Of being something more than just work labor Of daring to dream as brown and poor [excerpt
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“On Foot” is an interdisciplinary examination of the importance of walking and running to the creati...
Let us march on ballot boxes until the Wallaces of our nation tremble away in silence.... There is n...
Narrative essay on a camping expedition to the top of Blood Mountain that was one to remember
Hearing undocumented I want it to be for means of empowerment,I am tired of the pity look, of the si...
Students on an Immersion Project in New Orleans are definitely doing some great work this week! The ...
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The sun out-stretched its bright arms in an embrace with the mesquite trees that beckoned upwards. T...
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In this paper, I examine the political dimensions and possibilities of the Migrant Trail, a 7-day, 7...
From their stakeouts below, Kids are careful not to look directly up, The way you avoid looking at t...
This first-person creative nonfiction piece examines engaging with the outdoors, primarily through w...
An Illinois Wesleyan professor reflects on his cross-country trek to raise funds for Habitat for Hum...
In late spring of 1968, the Southern Christian Leadership Conference (SCLC) launched a nationwide de...
In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay\u27s first paragraph. I hate the rain. I hate being home...
Today, we celebrate the work of Melanie Pangol ’21. Originally from Ecuador, Melanie was raised in P...
“On Foot” is an interdisciplinary examination of the importance of walking and running to the creati...
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Narrative essay on a camping expedition to the top of Blood Mountain that was one to remember