Writing is an act of resistance
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Coat Hanger Song
abortion poem, abortion is still legal, reproductive justice, Poetry, reproductive rights are human rights, Andrea EnglandBy Andrea England The baby born into a subway toilet between Harvard and Porter Baby with the too-big head and ears that flap in the wind from a smack Baby addicted to crack turned blue as a bruise in his birthday suit Baby unwanted and doesn’t know why His father raped his mother Baby…
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On Abortion
reproductive justice, Essay, reproductive rights are human rights, Vicki Cohen, abortion is still legalBy Vicki Cohen I am a nurse-midwife. For over thirty years, I provided prenatal care for pregnant women and welcomed new life. It was mostly happy work, but sometimes I’d find myself worrying about the women who lived in poverty or suffered from substance abuse, the thirteen-year-old who didn’t know she was pregnant until…
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Dark Spaces
reproductive justice, Poetry, Heather Mydosh, reproductive rights are human rights, abortion poem, abortion is still legalBy Heather Mydosh For Indiana HEA 1337 Eve is a common punch line in the joke against women with her penchant for the forked tongue and listening to more than one authority figure, but if we peel it back a little further to rectilinear Pandora, bless her, created first among women by temperamental adolescent…
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Floating
Poetry, Penny Perry, reproductive rights are human rights, abortion poem, abortion is still legal, reproductive justiceBy Penny Perry Mother couldn’t have known what to do. She was only twenty-five, drove her big sister, Leona, six weeks pregnant to the doctor’s in L.A. Leona squinted at California bungalows, backyards with orange trees. She thought about her husband home worrying, her baby waiting for her. She told my mother about her…
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Mamichu
By Robert Walton “Mamichu, it’s cold!” I looked at Ivar. I looked at his knobby lump of a head, at his lips lying beneath his broken nose like twin dead slugs, at his eyes glistening beneath his granite ledge of a brow, eyes so small I never knew their color. There was no pleasure…
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At the Funeral of 50 Barefoot Men
By Amirah Al Wassif once upon a time there was an ancient place called “Amon” village that very far spot where everybody talks about the river legend that very far spot where everybody knows how to distinguish the smell of fresh bread there, at the Amon village where all the folks live in their…
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People Keep Bothering Me with Details
By Pedro Hoffmeister It’s beginning to snow in Tucson and it’s 65 degrees in Seattle, Washington in February But our president says… He’s tweeting about… And we should listen to him because he’s the best president we’ve had this entire year. That’s a fact. He’s our man. Our leader. Another fact: Lori Loughlin, Felicity…
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Man with a Knife
By Beth Levine Imagine that this letter S floats off the page becomes a strong rope that wraps your hands together behind your back, like officers do before putting someone in the back of a police car. Imagine that this letter S floats off the page and becomes a second strong rope one end…
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Writers Resist: Because the Pen Is Mightier
Track the nation’s mass shootings at the Gun Violence Archive—and what a horrible shame that the site exists.