Writing is an act of resistance
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INDIVISIBLE: A Practical Guide for Resisting the Trump Agenda
A note from Writers Resist about The Indivisible Guide: Donald Trump’s election has motivated a lot of people in a lot of ways, revealing their smarts, their generosity and their passion for making the United States a safe and nurturing home for all people. One of the more pragmatic responses is Indivisible: A Practical Guide for…
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The Netherlands welcomes Trump in his own words
Video, Sunday With Lubach, Arjen Lubach, The Netherlands welcomes Trump in his own words, Zondag met LubachFrom Sunday with Lubach “From this day forward, it’s going to be only America first! America first!” –Donald J. Trump inauguration speech
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Kindred, a poem by Dave Parsons
Blindness will only make him see better. Broken bones will sharpen his wit. –Karl Shapiro On 9-11, we were 1st stunned into numb dazes—I remember the same—in the early sixties and there are the many other days … personal to each of us … that stick like bad cooking to our dead-pan minds, they are…
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The Inauguration Day that Wasn’t with Mr. First Lady
By Pepper Hume Pepper Hume is a refugee from professional theatre design in scenery and costumes. After working all over the country, including years in both Chicago and New York, she retired to her hometown of Bartlesville, Oklahoma. She has a novel and several short stories under her belt—some published—and is working on a…
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Resiste / Resist, a poem and translation by Mariana Llanos
Mariana Llanos, Resiste Resist, Como Cambiar el Mundo Sin Perdernos, How to Change the World Without Losing Ourselves, Virginia Vargas, Poetry[fusion_builder_container hundred_percent=”no” equal_height_columns=”no” hide_on_mobile=”small-visibility,medium-visibility,large-visibility” background_position=”center center” background_repeat=”no-repeat” fade=”no” background_parallax=”none” enable_mobile=”no” parallax_speed=”0.3″ video_aspect_ratio=”16:9″ video_loop=”yes” video_mute=”yes” overlay_opacity=”0.5″ border_style=”solid” padding_top=”20px” padding_bottom=”20px” admin_toggled=”no”][fusion_builder_row][fusion_builder_column type=”1_2″ layout=”1_2″ 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=”” animation_direction=”left” animation_speed=”0.3″ animation_offset=”” last=”no”][fusion_title hide_on_mobile=”small-visibility,medium-visibility,large-visibility” size=”1″ content_align=”left” style_type=”default”] Resiste [/fusion_title][fusion_text] Resiste, hermana, resiste. Levanta…
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Rae Rose Cancels an Appointment
By Rae Rose Artist’s statement I am as inconsistent as my sleep. For people with bipolar disorder, sleep is often an ongoing battle, a ludicrous arrangement, a total crapshoot, and sometimes, ridiculous. More often, I’m crying. More often, I’m ashamed. Some days, I’m a total badass. Some days, I fee like I can’t show up…
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On the Front Lines
reproductive rights, abortion, Kit-Bacon Gressitt, sidewalk counseling, clinic sidewalk interference, embryo dolls, The Cider House Rules, John Irving, FictionFiction by Kit-Bacon Gressitt You look in the bedroom mirror, small enough to deny self-adoration, and pull your brownish hair into a ponytail. Tight, like Mother used to do it. You turn to the bed. Your clothes are laid out on sheets held in place by perfect hospital corners. You dress in practical layers, to accommodate…
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No Time to Lose
By Sergio A. Ortiz It’s cold here. Its color, a ninja turtle orange, and only 1 day left for el Presidente Electo to inaugurate his burned hair, his head de mal parío, his enano politician tweets. People say it’s worth the trip to his Swearing In, that this kind of shit makes you grow. The…
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Dear Daughter by Lia Langworthy
Dear daughter, Your body shook with tears as CNN declared him the winner. Numb and stoic, I held you, the circuits of my mind overloaded, broken, unable to process what I was hearing and seeing. I imploded with treacherous emotions. Comforting words eluded me. I called your father, for him to deal with your fears…