Writing is an act of resistance
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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…
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Mr. Trump’s Sunday Morning Service
By Judith Skillman Water-worn image of an eye etched and lined, the tilted earth no longer holds its metal. * Water worms the soil until a hollow man comes to rule— a toad gurgling ribbit ribbit. * Power over versus personal power duel it out à la 21st siècle psycho babble. * To whomever…
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What Crosses
By Jane Rosenberg LaForge Teeth and rosaries: the hard business of taking a census, in this case one of erasure, pound for pound of marrow and pith, the appropriation of bone for bracelets, tree bark for embracing new belief systems. Everything funneled into flat equations, which should come out even, if the arithmetic is properly…
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Want Fries With That?
By Jon Wesick The smell of reused, vegetable oil made Uncle Sam’s mouth water as he examined the backlit menu above the brushed-steel counter. When the cashier in the multicolored baseball cap motioned, Uncle Sam stepped forward. “I’ll have a cheeseburger, fries, and root beer.” “That’ll be $6.25.” The harsh overhead lights exposed the…
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Two Poems by Jeremy Nathan Marks
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Untitled art by Beth Levine
Beth Levine shares her life with two dogs. She is vegan and an animal rights activist, believing that the root of all injustice is the idea that some lives matter less, and no living being should be exploited. She is a psychotherapist, writes poetry, creates visual artwork, and feeds the birds, squirrels and raccoons who…
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what i imagine
By Kate McLaughlin were it that easy, that words alone could save us. sometimes i let myself imagine grammatical rebels and daily syllables of resistance with bold punctuated uprisings. if words alone could save us, i’d write all night. in my grammar book, recruitment would be what hanging prepositions exist for. hangin’ at all…