Who is Really Free?: Gonzaga Poets Respond to the Call for Social Justice

8 Sleeping in Snow By: Shannon Berry Department of Religion For Breonna Taylor I think of you in your bed breathing in and out: the ocean within you in quiet rhythm You lie cozy in blankets and sheets, head nestled like a dove, no, a raven, a stunning onyx, facets shining on the pillow.

In the evening. simple articles: calm, pedestrian, unremarkable: pajamas face wash toothpaste I collapse into my bed exhausted after a long day of masks and marches in your name The only thing I could do for you.

Simple articles: a marker cardboard a shout a clenched fist opening slowly to the sharp frost that slices the membrane,