Writing is an act of resistance
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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…
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Frankenstein
By Christina Schmitt It is 2018, the 200th anniversary of Mary Shelley’s novel, Frankenstein. It is 1818 and mad Chemist Victor Frankenstein steps back from the lab table, Covered in blood that is not his own. Instruments of life scattered all over the kitchen floor, His apartment is a literary landscape of graveyard bodies, when…
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Complications
By Michael Peck there were too many complications too many forms of behavior expected nice right angles meant to shape your life and opinions nobody else seemed to mind or maybe the shaping process had worked more effectively on them having started earlier before the individual character had formed roots freedom and independence were…
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Simone de Beauvoir Sends Trump a Sext
By Sandra L. Faulkner “A man is in the right in being a man.” I’m going to pull you by the power tie and drag you through the rooms of my mind like a man beg me for the boot in your face my foot imprint eye-black smudged on your cheeks “and man…
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Black Lives Matter
By Joel Fisher The black pain explodes Where he dropped Disintegrating to flowers And in that moment Shot and shot and shown The heavy-gauged Is a mourning of Its blue-grey trigger The reality that On this pavement Stained just as red We hold, self-evident Black Lives Matter Joel Fisher is currently an undergraduate…
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A Reckoning
By Chinyere Onyekwere “They’re here, Papa!” cried seven-year-old Kene Biko, careening into his father’s outstretched arms. They felt each other’s thundering heartbeats—had that kind of connection. The sight of men cavorting on his property like they owned the place jolted Julius Biko, sent fear knifing through his innards. The dreaded land infringement conundrum was…
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Human Profiling
By IE Sommsin To spot a fascist requires no great skill. Note the curl of the lip, the smirk, the sneer, the glint in the eye, the stare and the leer, the look of contempt that aspires to kill. Something in their faces, odd, off and wrong, something missing under the skin and bone,…