Writing is an act of resistance
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Permission to Procure Birth Control: U.S. Government Form BC-451
By Tara Campbell U.S. Government Form BC-451: Permission to Procure Birth Control In accordance with the Maternal Priority Act of 2020, any and all requests for contraception must be approved by the U.S. Department of Health and Fetal Services. To that end, please complete the following questionnaire: Name of Infernal Harlot (Last, First): _________________________________________…
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Not Again
By Michael Rubin Vote for her, rally for him, believe in them, who said what again? March for this, assemble for that, stand for what, elections again? Unemployment up, attention span down, un-follow them, swipe left again. Subpoena her, grand jury him, depose them, who did what again? Shooting in Florida, murder in Texas,…
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Life Is Glass
Phyllis Klein, intimate partner violence, PTSD, Poetry, domestic violence, sexual assault, rape cultureBy Phyllis Klein “There are so many fragile things, after all. People break so easily, and so do dreams and hearts.” – Neil Gaiman, Fragile Things Breaking: Buzz of a bone fractured, burst of a bowl hitting the floor, boom of a heart splitting. Please like me. A dream as it shatters. Please…
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Just the Facts, Please
By Caroline Taylor It’s okay if you don’t recognize the make or model of the car that hit you. It’s okay if you can’t be sure it was gray or silver, and no one expects you to recall the license plate details. After all, they came out of nowhere. Your car is totaled, and…
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You Don’t Get My Obedience
By Max Mundan You’ve got it now- -the title, the office, the power- -your filthy, greedy, tiny hands in our pockets, in our coffers, on our pussies, on the button. You’re on the top of the world and have the means today to satisfy every sad, perverse desire but you don’t get my obedience.…
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June Cleaver Roasts a Fucking Turkey
By Sarah Ito Thanksgiving day dawns chilly and bright With a touch of sparkly frost Spiking the pumpkin, On Turkey Day In Amerika Or Murica Or the Estados Unidos, Depending upon where You crossed the border And how. Football game’s today. The Big Game After that epic meal Of donated Tom Turkey, canned cranberries,…
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A Walk in the Sun
By Milton P. Ehrlich Shooting at each other— more exciting than sex. Blood tastes better than vintage wine. One of our ladies-man guys howls in pain trying to piss. Sergeant bellows: Ain’t you ever had the clap before? If I was not ordered to carry the BAR—slung over my weary shoulder with a torn rotator…
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Going Gray: A Woman’s Right to Choose
By Dorothy Rice In a 2005 essay, Nora Ephron wrote, “There’s a reason why 40, 50, and 60 don’t look the way they used to, and it’s not because of feminism or better living through exercise. It’s because of hair dye.” She went on to say, “In the 1950s, only 7 percent of American women…
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After
By Calida Osti You can’t cover it in snow. It will seep through and turn into muddy slush and slide into your neighbors’ third story windows right past the new drapes they ordered from amazon.com. You can’t redecorate it or rename it and think that will work new names are old names. It isn’t…