Writing is an act of resistance
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How the first strangers met the coast guard
By Arturo Desimone The maritime guards stopped the half-naked, very tall animal-headed strangers on their boats Asked them “Show your papers, please” “All we have are these roses. Yellow and red given to us, a gift, they were once showered upon us from the earth shot from the first catapults, made to launch pure…
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Landowner
By Andrea Ciannavei I am not financially literate. My chaos with money leads me to behave desperately. Always borrowing. Always paying back. A text message came through on Saturday. A marshal had taken possession of the apartment I kept in New York. I had been withholding rent. I’m broke. Eviction proceedings went forward and…
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How I Am Not Like Hillary Clinton
By Rachel Custer The woods call to me, too, from across this road, from away from here, from the opposite of houses filled with tired people, from the constant grasping of small hands that might as well own me. Who wouldn’t be calmed by a path through the grabbing branches? Still I don’t go…
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The Grand Old Hanging Party
By James Butt Nate supposed it’d been the circus owner Charlie Sparks’ fault, with his hanging of old Murderous Mary, but that’d been a hundred years ago and Nate couldn’t understand the wisdom of doing such things today. “I like the card stock it’s printed on,” Elijah said. “Something you’d see for a carnival,…
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The Freedom of Mothers Must Come
By Mbizo Chirasha Pain scribbled signatures in these mothers’ buttocks, War tied ropes of struggle around these mothers’ necks. Songs of suffering are sung and unheard in the congregations of townships and mountains searching for freedoms’ seeds. The seeds of these mothers’ wombs yearn for a freedom too far away to be harvested, but not…
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I Promise I’ll Pick Up
By Elisabeth Horan I’ve been left out They had a baby shower without me I’m not pregnant right now but I can still be pretty fun sometimes They’re constructing a pipeline, Under rivers of bones and shale Through the homes of the earthworms Didn’t ask the worms if that was ok Didn’t ask me either…
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A Drill Song from the Turkish Resistance
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Midwest Activism: What I Learned from Marshawn McCarrel
By Jaime Gonzalez I remember it in sequential order, in the same way, no matter how or when I think about it. It was a month into the 2016 winter term at Lawrence University in Appleton, Wisconsin, and we were on a five-minute break from my history class. Consistent with every other break, the…
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Hitler Speaks
Charlottesville, Virginia, August 12, 2017 By Kathi Wolfe You said I was a has-been — my day was done. You wish! I’ve been undercover, before your unseeing eyes. I shaved my moustache, changed my accent, Tweeted — ordered lattes at Starbucks. In khakis and polo shirts, I was the boy next door. My torches were…