Contents

Writing is an act of resistance

  • You’re Nightly Run Down

    You’re Nightly Run Down

    [fusion_builder_container hundred_percent=”no” equal_height_columns=”no” menu_anchor=”” hide_on_mobile=”small-visibility,medium-visibility,large-visibility” class=”” id=”” background_color=”” background_image=”” background_position=”center center” background_repeat=”no-repeat” fade=”no” background_parallax=”none” enable_mobile=”no” parallax_speed=”0.3″ video_mp4=”” video_webm=”” video_ogv=”” video_url=”” video_aspect_ratio=”16:9″ video_loop=”yes” video_mute=”yes” video_preview_image=”” border_size=”” border_color=”” border_style=”solid” margin_top=”” margin_bottom=”” padding_top=”” padding_right=”” padding_bottom=”” padding_left=””][fusion_builder_row][fusion_builder_column type=”1_1″ layout=”1_1″ spacing=”” center_content=”no” hover_type=”none” link=”” min_height=”” hide_on_mobile=”small-visibility,medium-visibility,large-visibility” class=”” id=”” background_color=”” background_image=”” background_position=”left top” background_repeat=”no-repeat” border_size=”0″ border_color=”” border_style=”solid” border_position=”all” padding=”” dimension_margin=”” animation_type=””…

    Read More >

  • Inaugural Bird Omens

    Inaugural Bird Omens

    By Annie Connole inauguration (n.) 1560s, from French inauguration “installation, consecration,” and directly from Late Latin inaugurationem (nominative inauguratio) “consecration,” presumably originally “installment under good omens;” noun of action from past participle stem of inaugurare “take omens from the flight of birds; consecrate of install when omens are favorable,” from in– “on, in” (see in-…

    Read More >

  • Night Falls Before Morning

    Night Falls Before Morning

    By Erica Gerald Mason On Sunday night I began to read news on my phone, after an afternoon spent fighting a chest cold and watching old episodes of new television shows. I scanned three headlines with escalating alarm and concern, turned the phone off, and returned to the glow of the larger screen. Blinking away outrage…

    Read More >

  • Inaugural Haiku

    Inaugural Haiku

    By Carla Drysdale Damp Geneva seeps into our cold feet marching to protect women. Stone sky tablet for black calligraphy of trees writing history. The new president says he’ll get rid of columns when building new rooms. The new president says he’ll protect you from them and then the rain falls. The president’s mouth puckers when…

    Read More >

  • Moscow Mule Recipe

    Moscow Mule Recipe

    By Neleigh Olson   Ingredients yellow hair golden showers systemic misogyny an angry base James Bond villains (Russian) Twitter account Directions First, respond bigly, and I mean in a number one way, a terrific way, with the best words, to the number one tricky to our great nation. DO NOT COMPLETE SENTENCES. Keep one foreign…

    Read More >

  • Mother

    Mother

    By Noah Leventhal   the desert smells like Mother       stones sundial their way across the dunes        reeking of dust and blood and evaporation     a lizard skitters across the scattered sand each wretched bump in its thorny skin a testament       drooping brittle grass reaching up and down with thirst when the ground shakes     when the wind dies      …

    Read More >

  • Take a Knee

    Take a Knee

    by stephanie roberts for Colin Kaepernick   Uncle Wade (that stubborn mule), grumbled “Round them up!” In what direction? I wondered. The cane teams of the Caribbean? or way back to the cup and knuckle of Gold Continent and trace origin. “He’s half white.” I say, spitting cherry seed against our worn bleached deck a…

    Read More >

  • The Kindness of Jolene: a #MakeOurPlanetGreatAgain Parable

    The Kindness of Jolene: a #MakeOurPlanetGreatAgain Parable

    By Dan McClenaghan   There’s no telling how the frog got into the lettuce. Hopped up out of an irrigation furrow just prior to harvest is the best guess. What is certain is that he ended up in Jolene Rivard’s salad, a rainbow of raw vegetable matter collected by Jolene herself at the salad bar. She…

    Read More >

  • Mad, Times Four

    Mad, Times Four

    By Cody Walker He thought he saw the Sort of Men He’d always Feared or Hated: He looked again, and found it was Eight Years, obliterated. “It’s Sessions . . . Flynn . . . it’s everyone Who—.” Silence, then. We waited. He thought he saw his Dumb Concerns (Exhausted, Getting Fat): He looked again,…

    Read More >