Writing is an act of resistance
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Not Today, Satan
By David Martinez I was suspected of heresy the first day of the class I’d picked up at the Christian university, which I suppose is valid. This was after I introduced the course, the topics, and how we would focus on critical thinking as a way to progress and achieve in college, and explained…
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Suspension
By Mandy Brown When their skins have thinned with age, they will still tell the story: thirteen people suspended over Portland bridge to stop a Shell tanker. “I was one of them,” she will tell his children. “I regret nothing,” he will tell hers. Living sometimes means hanging at the end of a knot.…
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Hymn of Thanksgiving
By IE Sommsin Rejoice now, thou Christian boldly sneering. Thine nation is ruled by one most holy who in deed mocks the sick and the lowly, but who knows what thou hate and art fearing. Hark! For he hath come to enrich the rich and bring comfort to the brazen craven with their condos, yachts,…
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Reverse Existential Crisis
By Emmett Forrest My mom used to tell this story all the time When the nurses tried to give me yet another shot I glared at the nurses until they cried When the doctor tried to slip in another IV he needed 3 nurses to hold down a blue faced baby By the time I…
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St. Donald, Patron Saint of Denial
By Laura King The tweets come to rest on his chest and shoulders as he gives a first-light audience to the Presidential roses. Last night’s dream still shimmers: a waterfall, biggest ever, in New York, backsplashed with diamonds, applauded by palms, lush as a vulva. He won’t say “climate change.” That would break the spell…
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Do Stupid Things Faster With More Energy
By Sasha Ockenden Stanley pressed the “on” button on his monitor, pulled the keyboard towards him and entered an uninterrupted series of keystrokes for fifteen minutes, followed by six mouse clicks. Then he stood up. Two people worked in the office: Stanley, whose ID card on the desk in front of him read “Communications Innovator,”…
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From the Bottom (of my heart, my head)
By Jacquelyn “Jacsun” Shah I know I can’t, I won’t, I don’t rebel although the current Top is not correct. And I am impotent, cannot expel the Top. It’s spinning like a carrousel whose platform and its horses are unchecked. I know I can’t, I won’t, I don’t rebel. A beast, the Top is…
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Monarchy
By Matthew Nelson Hendryx The warrant for my informant’s arrest meant meeting in a public place where we could keep track of anyone approaching. We settled for the revamped carousel on the National Mall. He could watch in all directions as we rotated. I, freelance reporter Stacy Prickelton, was meeting with a prominent member of…
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To, Not With
By Sydney E. Beaurivage Most readers associate themselves with the writer Empathizing with the words Do not do this My writing is not for you It is to you Syd is currently a Peace Corps Volunteer serving in the Philippines as a Coastal Resource Manager. She enjoys writing in her free time and…