Writing is an act of resistance
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Legacy, Complicated
By DW McKinney A small queue is forming outside a set of locked glass doors when I whip into the parking lot. It’s the first time I’ve ever been to the Doolittle Community Center even though I frequent the park a few hundred feet away on a regular basis with my daughters. I exit my…
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It’s June 19, 2021!
Welcome to the Writers Resist Juneteenth and Biden-Harris First 150 Days Issue In this issue we celebrate, resist, and envision better things, along with pronouncing some serious condemnation when warranted. But before you plunge into the issue, please consider these Juneteenth resources: “What Is Juneteenth?” by Henry Louis Gates, The Root, 2013 “Making Juneteenth Great…
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Oath: n. curse, vow, promise.
Poetry, Lea Page, Vice President Kamala Harris, first woman of color vice president, Pete Buttigieg, Chasten ButtigiegBy Lea Page The photograph: Vice-President Kamala Harris (let’s just say that one more time: Vice-President Kamala Harris)—a woman, a brown woman, a black woman, an Asian-American woman, a woman born of immigrants, a powerful woman, a fierce woman, a joyful woman—swears in a man whose husband—partner, third-gentleman (?), the love of the man’s…
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Two Poems by Alice Rothchild
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Sip-In: 1966
LGBT Rights Activist Dick Leitsch, heterosexism, Mattachine Society, Poetry, homophobia, Jesse Mavro DiamondBy Jesse Mavro Diamond For LGBT Rights Activist Dick Leitsch Carpenters, bankers, bricklayers, undertakers. Why gay bars? Because we could only be gay In gay bars. The N.Y. State Liquor Authority CEO: no discrimination in bars. Why? because bars had the right to refuse customers not acting suitably. Therefore, disorderly. Bankers, bricklayers, undertakers,…
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My Black Ass Is Resting
By Sarah Sheppeck “I want to hear all of you.” “Do I have to tell it in order?” “However you’d like.” She takes a cigarette, lights it, hands me the pack. “The only condition is that you have to tell it all.” “Okay.” I exhale a thick plume of smoke. “All right. Here goes.”…
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January 6th
By Sherry Stuart Berman when they are ants world is colony is home is superorganism single-file, no ears they feel vibrations with their feet rely on scent for instruction they are trash-handlers, excavators, swarm when called to and when their king corrupts their wings and rots the wood and steals their eggs they carry…
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In Praise of Boredom
By Suzanne O’Connell The past four years have been like having a dad who sells all the furniture while I sleep, breaks the windows over the sink, throws out my stuffed bunny and lava lamp, then promises to take me to the Ferris wheel. He’s so loveable, until he isn’t. Like when he shoves…
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the arrogance of illusion
by conney d. williams the hope of this people, like tectonics, quake under the abusive weight of impostors sitting upon its collective breath still engulfed in protest dissenting to comply with its own extinction and these impostors or parasites would pillage even the safety from victims even as they disintegrated in obscurity human waste…