Writing is an act of resistance
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“We have Eric Garner’s air in our lungs tonight” – Andrea Gibson
By Eve Lyons 1. Justin Damico Some say he’d just broken up a fight Some say he was selling loosies We’ve seen him hanging out here before Always up to no good Always looking to start trouble. Damn you, Daniel, damn your pride. Now we’re both stuck on desk duty. 2. Ramsey…
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Playgrounds and Politics
By Ryane Nicole Granados “Nobody would pass me the ball. Even kids who I thought were my friends wouldn’t pass me the ball.” These words from my nine-year-old, after another round of recess, Darwinism style, bounced around in my head like a bright orange basketball stealing my sleep at 2:00 a.m. and making me…
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Peace
By Alice King You are afraid of it You are afraid of it because of what it could do to your heart Melt it? Thaw it? Maybe just a little but not enough to make waves crash And slam against rock Bones stone hard Refusing to be broken are broken I smell your gas…
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Tragic
By IE Sommsin Tragic, that whore of a word, conjoining with demagogic scheme and crazy scam and the most shameful patriotic sham, to dress up the bleak disaster they bring. It’s wonderful how one word neatly pricks swollen outrage, obscuring rightful blame so there’s no cause to curse and name by name the breathtaking…
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Our List
By Eric Lochridge We are making a list of people who could hurt us. Their names often are not easy to spell. Could Al Sharkey, auto mechanic in Michigan, be one of the al-Sharki clan of Yemen? With no easy way to know, our list will claim he is not one we can trust.…
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Deep Blue She
A music video by Tanuja Desai Hidier, featuring: ANOUSHKA SHANKAR on Sitar JON FADDIS on Trumpet AMITA SWADHIN on Testimony VALARIE KAUR on Watch Night Service TANUJA DESAI HIDIER on Vox & The We A note from Tanuja: Happy Women’s History Month—Every Month! The “Deep Blue She” music video-remix PSA is a grassroots/DIY/collective project featuring 100+ activist artists, musicians and writers, mostly…
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The Editorial
By Trevor Scott Barton Jan sat at her desk, staring at a blank page in her notebook. Her left hand was balled into a fist sitting in the palm of her right hand. She shrugged her shoulders deeply and lifted her head from the page. She had pulled up the blinds on the large…
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A love poem for my sister in revolution
By LJ Hardy Your jaw set fierce in the shape of battle clenched against the storm you face by the weapons of a life I long for when I’m lost here. My feet grounded precariously in the roots of intention integrities inconsistencies in the record of my birth. Your name unfamiliar to my lips like…
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Nabokov Shuffled
By Rony Nair attention spans close in on revolving doors where Russian roulette is doled out for free in carotid bands, in naked lunches that cavort in restless smiles—the buddha lay somnolent as a vegetable while you cut me off and said you had to go. 3 seconds into somnolence where we take deep…