The manicured evergreen lawns have razor sharp edges,
Don’t get too close or you’ll get pricked and join the parade.
I know because the streets have seen me.
They resent the salt water I litter from my eyes on their pavements,
I am the rain on their parade.
By Roxanne Izzo
A new perspective on Cuba.
The power of words.
At the heart of empathy is understanding another person’s perspective.
Seeing the truth through the gaps of white picket fences.
A powerful portrayal of multiple perspectives of young people caught up in the conflict in Syria.
Can we form perspectives and keep them flexible at the same time?
The perspectives of others influence a young girl’s perspective towards herself.
Social standards of physical “perfection” can skew a young man’s perspective of himself.
A feminist perspective on the “power” of men.
When was the last time you really, genuinely smiled?
Tick tock tick tock, is it a bomb or is it a clock?
Memories of my grandfather.
A figure dances and waits in the moonlight for her companion.