Writing is an act of resistance
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WWJD
By Maureen Fielding “KOREAN WOMEN STRIPPED, TORTURED BY JAPANESE. Oriental brutality at Seoul… American missionaries take no part.” So reads the 70-year-old headline of a Los Angeles Daily Times cutting, yellowing, displayed behind glass in the Museum of Korean Contemporary History. My question is this: Did the missionaries take no part in the stripping,…
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REMINDER: Writers Resist Reads 22 April 2023
Join us on 22 April 2023 at 5:00 p.m. Pacific for a virtual reading by the contributing creators of the March 2023 issue of Writers Resist . Email WritersResist@gmail.com for the Zoom login information. . Contributors to the March issue include: Sister Lou Ella Hickman Dallas Saylor Irene Cooper Claudia Wair Frances Koziar Wells Burgess…
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Welcome to Writers Resist, the March 2023 Issue
Behold our spring issue, with all it’s glory and turmoil. Just a reminder: We celebrate each issue of Writers Resist with a virtual reading of its works by their creators. The reading for this issue is on Saturday 22 April at 5:00 p.m. PACIFIC. Email WritersResist@gmail.com for the Zoom link. And enjoy the poetry ,…
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“Don’t give kids any gifts tied to reading”
By Joanne Durham —One on a list of restrictions from the Sarasota County School District, in response to Florida HB1467, posted on Twitter Go then, pack away Honey I Love, unfit title for eight-year-olds. Hide Can I Touch Your Hair? braided with so much empathy it must be banned. Destroy A Caribbean Dozen, the…
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Arby’s Pilot Casino
By T. Dallas Saylor Blessed are the poor in spirit, says Gordon McKernan, big truck lawyer, on one of his dozens of billboards lining the Louisiana stretch of I-10, mixed in with ads for boudin and cracklin’s, the Coushatta Casino, the Tiger Truck Stop which—after Our Tiger Lived Longer, than whom I’m not sure,…
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after a school shooting: the cleanup crew
By Sister Lou Ella Hickman the bodies are gone so today i write about the cleanup crew those who see what we do not and perhaps never will: the desks the white boards the closets o yes and the floors how do they feel when they kneel down to pick up the spattered scattered…
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When You Swim Out into the Ocean
By Claudia Wair You float on your back, your face barely above water. There’s nothing but the silence of the ocean in your ears. In the saltwater’s embrace, you drift, weightless. You stare at the clouds above, trying to empty your mind. You’re away from the beach. Not so far that the lifeguard blows…
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Vile Affections
By Soon Jones I grow up in a Florida church being warned about god-hating bull dykes and sissy fairy fags leaving the natural use of the woman, which is sex, because all a woman is good for is sex and tempting men. Yet when a woman tempts another woman somehow that is not about…
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Feeding Stray Cats in Ukraine
By Rebecca K. Leet As molecules of steel madness concussed the air and no next breath was sure a vibration in his unbowed soul prompted Sasha to step outside and feed a posse of stray cats. The offering – from one displaced in the world to others also beggared – cost Sasha his right…