Writing is an act of resistance
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Yes, All
By Sarah Sheppeck A Car break-ins were frequent in the city. Insurance only covered the damage if I produced a police report, so when I left work to find another window smashed, I simply left for the precinct. It was already dark. Trying to avoid traffic, I stayed on side roads and in residential…
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Dear Captain
By Jennifer Shneiderman after Walt Whitman O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip has just begun. Exit the door of no return – grim vessel of horror, the treasure chest, black gold, first wealth and power – America cannot go back. But O heart! heart! heart! the bleeding does not stop. Black men struck…
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oppression Olympics
By Kitty Anarchy you can’t even say a problem without someone having a better story than yours suddenly they’re the ones telling theirs yours out the door it’s the oppression Olympics out here but those doing the oppressing aren’t even playing with us down here they watching us fight over crumbs from up in…
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The Gospel According to Saint Bryan
By Dana Kinsey There was in Georgia a humble young man, jovial and curious, who came upon two others who knew the law and the prophets. Confined and detained, this man had no recourse but to run. Hunted, he must have cried out to implore neighbors for help, and sought shelter from bullets he…
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Response/Ability
By Schyler Butler Share the photo of Keisha with tire marks cascading her back. Remember the protest last night, the hungry eyes. Ask the masses where were you. Ask them taste blood in exchange for God. After the ashes settle on the campus rooftops and the downtown glass is swept, pay for Speedway Marlboro’s. Listen…
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At Heaven’s Door
By Christa Miller After ten days of scavenging around the houses in our subdivision, I know it’s unsustainable. Zoe and I had started with the houses next door, then worked our way down the street, but we were walking farther and farther for less and less. I decide to head for Myrtle Beach, but…
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Cicadas in Protest, 2020
By Aaron Sandberg they emerge— suddenly and briefly in large numbers— symbols of immortality—prominent eyes— active during the day with some calling at dawn or dusk— modes of locomotion—walking and flight— take to the wing to travel distances— the structure is buckled by muscular action— removing dirt in the process— sometimes cause damage— blunt…
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This Morning, I Mistake the Sound of Thunder for Bombs
By Despy Boutris for Brittny which tells you something about the state of this country. This morning, I open Instagram and see Céline lying through its teeth. I’d love to write about planting flowers on my forearms, or my best friend’s collection of wool coats, but the police pulled guns on her husband standing…
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War
By Linda E. Goodliffe Stolen sanity childhood classroom teacher hummus art photographs home garden cow goat silver Fire skin IED arm RPG spine grenade leg bunker buster drone strike mushroom cloud burn pit Rape gang woman child knife vulva vagina cervix uterus bladder breasts Feasting oligarch cat dog vulture on human carcass Linda…