Writing is an act of resistance
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Reputation
TW: SA By Frances Koziar He speaks of his reputation while I think of fates worse than death, his name, when I would gladly give up mine for a good night’s sleep, to see those nightmares shaped like ordinary men slain before their groping hands reach me; he speaks of having a life ruined,…
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REMINDER: Writers Resist Reads this Saturday 28 Jan 2023
Join us on Saturday 28 January at 5:00 pm Pacific for a virtual reading by the contributing creators of the December 2022 issue of Writers Resist. Zoom link: https://us02web.zoom.us/j/88356614245?pwd=a1FRMndJYzI3VzE1Ym9yZUU2ODhHdz09 Meeting ID: 883 5661 4245 Passcode: 247349 Read the current issue here. Contributors include: Christina Bagni Lisa Brand Tara Campbell Jacqueline Jules Karen Kilcup Livvy…
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Welcome to Writers Resist, the December 2022 Issue
Lisa Brand, Writers Resist news, Livvy Krakower, Tara Campbell, Renee McClellan, Dotty LeMieux, Jacqueline Jules, William Palmer, Christina Bagni, Holly A. Stovall, December 2022 issue, Karen Kilcup, Writers Resist Reads, Kathleen Kremins, Yvonne Patterson, Stephen Sossaman, Maenad, Samy SwaydIn case you didn’t know Writers Resist celebrates each quarterly issue with a virtual reading, and you are invited to join us for this issue’s gathering. Writers Resist Reads • Saturday 28 January 2023 • 5:00 p.m. PACIFIC Zoom information: https://us02web.zoom.us/j/88356614245?pwd=a1FRMndJYzI3VzE1Ym9yZUU2ODhHdz09 Meeting ID: 883 5661 4245 Passcode: 247349 In the meantime, we know the world…
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Justice Clarence Thomas Ate My Fucking Plums
By Christina Bagni after William Carlos Williams I have eaten the plums that were in the ice box and which you were probably relying on forever Forgive me you didn’t deserve them they were always mine to take Forgive me but the icebox was always meant to be empty it came that way and…
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The North Wind & The Sun
By Jacqueline Jules “Gentleness and kind persuasion win where force and bluster fail.” —The North Wind and the Sun, Aesop The woman seated next to me on the plane, sees the star around my neck and begins asking questions. How can I be happy without eating ham? she wants to know.…
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Two Poems by Renee McClellan
James Baldwin, Black Power, Zora Neale Hurston, racism, angry Black woman, Black Lives Matter, Poetry, white supremacy, Langston Hughes, Maya Angelou, Renee McClellanBlack Listopia I feel like an idiom that drips from Baldwin’s pen “that” angry Black woman negotiating sin I AM NOT YOUR NEGRO! A thing to be had Thick lips, curvaceous hips, or a fashion fad You can’t set me like diamonds Or string me like pearls Pick on my afro, then appropriate my curls…
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23rd of July Fireworks
By the Maenad There are four children playing on the playground below my office window. (The same one that was the target of a drive-by shooting a few weeks ago.) I heard the recognizable sounds of a familiar script being shouted and went to my window. No cops but The four children down there…
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Prolapse
By Tara Campbell The uterus is tired. The uterus is sorry but it can’t seem to stay in one place anymore, which isn’t surprising considering how often it’s been poked and prodded and pricked by congressmen’s pens. The uterus would like to get in a word of its own, just one, even edgewise just…
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hegemony: footnotes in future history
By Yvonne Patterson bookended with blood, The Reaving Era births in the conflagration of Origin Crusades, subjugates the populace and banishes science, ending in funeral pyres of anti-pogrom riots: The Reclamation Years. closing scenes, unlike the exuberance of symphonic finales, manifest in discordant notes. bright allegros falter. sonorous glissades collapse in coarse staccato. dark…