Writing is an act of resistance
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The Revolution Is Wherever We Are
By Andrea Dulanto I. Yes, I wore the thrift store T-shirts, the torn fishnets, but I was no riot grrrl. I was already in my twenties when I read about riot grrrls in Newsweek, too old to write manifestoes on my body. No, it was more like I was too afraid of music that gets…
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Birthday Wishes
By Phoenix Ning Sixteen-year-old person of color desires escape from this inferno where dark-skinned individuals burn, and alabaster spectators cheer from the sidelines, popping confetti guns and feeding oil to ancient flames while claiming to be long-awaited saviors. Eighteen-year-old student desires world history classes with curriculums that celebrate African kingdoms, Indigenous empires, and South…
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(Judges 19) Remembering the Concubine
By Emma Goldman-Sherman After being done to by the pack of men after she collapsed at the threshold of the old man’s shack after her master discovered her there unresponsive he cut her up with his sharpened axe not for nothing, not for hate, to get everyone’s attention crying the way men cry when…
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Hi
By Rachel Rodman “I’m just saying. I’m a nice guy. I just want to say HI. And you’re going to accept this greeting whether you fucking like it or not.” —Elon James White, from a now deleted Twitter account “Hi,” he demanded. He waited, while everyone watched; he waited with a smile, because…
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Where My Family Is From
By Howie Good Artist’s statement: My family originated in Eastern Europe. Any member who did not emigrate prior to the rise of the Nazism—my maternal grandmother’s parents, siblings, aunts, uncles, cousins—were exterminated in the death camps during World War II. No record of exactly what befell them or where was ever discovered, despite…
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Yet Another Poem About Trees
By Larry Needham “Ah, what an age it is When to speak of trees is almost a crime For it is a kind of silence about injustice!” —Bertolt Brecht, “To Posterity” Before the jar the anecdote and Tennessee, wilderness. Forests primeval, grim and awful— extravagant as first growth imaginings. The Dark Ages. Then dominion…
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U-turn
fossil fuels, Sarah Waldner, cliamte change, renewable energy, COP27, Poetry, climate crisis, global warmingBy Sarah Waldner Sharp U-turn on the language around fossil fuels. The text now includes a reference to “low emission and renewable energy.” New funding arrangement on loss and damage. Phase-down of unabated coal power. Concrete demonstration that we really are all in this together. No one will be left behind. Sharp concern on…
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Global Outcry
Sudan, Nigeria, Haiti, climate migrants, Russian war in Ukraine, Dominica, Syrian refugees, Amal El-Sayed, Afghan women, Iraqi women, Mexican immigrants, cartel violence, Palestine, Congo, Poetry, Ethiopia, refugeesBy Amal El-Sayed A wave of blue and yellow— A sea of sky and grain Washed all over the world. Braving snowstorms and epidemics, You marched in the name of peace. A row of strollers lying in wait In Poland, in Slovakia. Supplies, donations, support. Homes—opening Families—welcoming The whole world—enclosing Ukraine with love. So…
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A Moon Is a Moon Is a Moon
Fiction, domestic violence, misogyny, intimate partner violence, Mandira Pattnaik, arranged marriage, cultural traditionBy Mandira Pattnaik Warning: domestic violence Because you’re the moon, Mother thinks you’re full of circles and spots, and never consistent — rebellious and sulking, often hiding in hoodie jackets, known to break china even with a sponge scrubber, and mostly saying what is best avoided, making mistakes. Sister is better. She poses no troubles,…