Writing is an act of resistance
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Solstice
By Dotty LeMieux It’s delivery day at St. Vincent’s Dining Room men unloading trucks with bread, canned goods, day-old everything for the homeless and the not-yet homeless hanging on by the skin of their teeth, the ones who have teeth and the ones who only have the skin Scruffy off-white hair, long brown coat…
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Cyber War Won
By Jim Hanson Attention Americans! War is now Peace. Connectivity is Security. The First World Cyber War to have the final virus and end all wars is won. As you read this news: You are selected for cyber security as a digitalized node on the Internet and consumer of infinite data clouds. You are…
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I’m at the End of My Rope
By Wilda Morris (or This Vocabulary Is to Die For) When push comes to shove, I have to admit, we spend a lot of time shooting the breeze, kicking around ideas, pointing out the ones that—in our judgment—bombed, We want to give it a shot, take a stab at impressing everyone. We want folks…
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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,…