Writing is an act of resistance
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PTSD Pantoum
By Jean Waggoner Me and Apple were out on patrol…. Each story begins with a line like this, the travesty of its grammar a buddy thing for the philosopher-boy turned to grunt. Each story begins with a line like this, a breath-stopping return to war for the philosopher-boy turned to grunt, blank-out humping huge…
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In the Time of Avian Politics
By Josh Nicolaisen Attempting to influence opinions and implement policies through terse tweets, it’s clear he sees himself as the great golden eagle of social media, and America. Sure, bald would be more appropriate and more patriotic, but don’t we know appropriateness is apart from his concerns and that the narcissist would never ignore…
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House of Worth
by dl mattila High-pitched brow, purse-proud veneers: Harry Winston links, filigreed graffiti, pelts, cashmeres — your armature, your lah-di-dahs, your house of worth. dl mattila is a linguist and poet residing in the Greater Washington DC Metropolitan Area.
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Caged
By Edytta Anna Wojnar The song of birds outside pulls her out of a nightmare in which chicks hatch from eggs submerged in boiling water. She hastily retrieves them and not knowing what to do next, she blankets them with foil and places in a box. Outside, the chirping is gregarious. A neighbor’s dog…
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Between the River and the Rock
The Great Plains, Cat Calhoun photographer, Liz Kellebrew, Narrative nonfiction, Standing Rock, Trail of TearsBy Liz Kellebrew We were born to this place, to the broad bowl of the sky and the rolling fields of the plains, to the buffalo and wild horses, to the clouds and tall grass. We tore strips of lightning from our sides, and our ribs spread out like the wings of eagles. This…
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Behind every shithole country
By RC Wilson Behind every shithole country Is an act of colonial rape Behind every terrorist bomb Is a smiling missionary or corporate agent Back when Africa was being gang banged By Leopold II, Stanley and Livingston, The French Foreign Legion, Firestone Tire & Rubber, All seven of the seven sister oil giant offspring…
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I Knew.
By Michelle J. Fernandez When we arrived we were four footsteps at a time: his and mine. Standing on the front steps of a government building just like all the lovers before us just to make it official. There is something about signing on a dotted line before god and country that somehow makes it…
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Reparative Therapy
By Dein Sofley It’s not that there’s anything wrong with you. It’s just that, well, you know … it’s normal to have sexual feelings. Our bodies were made to procreate. Reproduce. Have babies. When you’re married. It’s just that a man and a woman, they fit together, by design. See? A woman provides the egg…