Posted on: April 30, 2021 Posted by: Administrator Comments: 0

Spring 2021 Digital Release

The last year has proved to be difficult for all of us in terms of the Coronavirus pandemic, social isolation and even the social and political hardships at Kent State and beyond. However, our staff at UHURU Magazine wanted to use this opportunity to shine a light on our legacy: where we are now and where we are going. We hope to highlight the legacy of our influencers, the legacy…

Posted on: December 2, 2021 Posted by: Terry Lee III Comments: 0

the cowboy and me

The Cowboy with his coffee, me with my fruit jar Him with his guitar, me with my vocal harmonies He eats well, well, I watch him eat. The cowboy loves the sun, I love the stars, so to speak.

Posted on: December 2, 2021 Posted by: Terry Lee III Comments: 0

hilarious lavender

Stop making me laugh You’re quick with a joke Read my epitaph Sit down and take notes – Notes from the lavender  Notes from the wise Notes from the flower Notes of your demise – They find it awfully funny All of it They do not take part Take part in none of it – They kid they joke they laugh with a smile They will fill your ear if…

Posted on: December 2, 2021 Posted by: Terry Lee III Comments: 0

what I do

I sit slouching in the slimy seat I crouch calmly and call my retreat I stand softly startling the strangers I can craft an apology creatively I make my move momentarily  I nod next to the nevermore I masquerade in might I nudge by the night I hastily ran halfway through the hole I have into gear and the gaudy I hated the heels of the house I glance from…

Posted on: December 2, 2021 Posted by: Terry Lee III Comments: 0

spores n’ more

Funny little guys all over the place Silly little soldiers they are Who March across dead leaves to bring beauty and balance Carnivores and omnivores believed to reign the spores But who gets the last laugh, when the joke keeps going?

Posted on: December 2, 2021 Posted by: Terry Lee III Comments: 0

the colors

Green bellies plunder together upon earth Yellow minds decide it’s worth Red souls are left to mourn Blue fingers on the newborn Magenta lips lick up the fat  Periwinkle feet stomp the rat  Black eyes see what can’t be undone. Vermillion knows what is to come.

Posted on: December 2, 2021 Posted by: Terry Lee III Comments: 0

my sky

A house locked away In cloud beds that bring grey -voices with them that speak in tongues -inhale set fumes through their lungs A castle that rides pst your bedroom A kingdom you will never see All three of us, then, just you and me. Riders upon marshmallows Winds through his hair Blues in the fields of emptiness Phaser through the dark times A child in the room Clouds as…

Posted on: October 27, 2021 Posted by: Terry Lee III Comments: 0

The Language of the Alt Right

To make a more informed you. There will be many keywords in this story that I will try to remember to explain. The reason I write this piece is because terrorist communication can be so cryptic, that it almost needs a team to decipher the messages.  Here I am including a trigger warning of transphobic slurs, violence and general hate. What/Who is the Alt Right? Alt right refers to a…