Writing is an act of resistance
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Women in Parking Lots
By Sara Marchant My hands were full in the post office parking lot. I held out-going bills, my car and postal box keys, my purse, and a heavy manila envelope containing a manuscript destined for greatness (one can always hope, right?). When I heard a loud car horn and a male voice yelling “Votes…
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Asphalt
By Suzanne O’Connell Your arms waved for help. The policeman bent down, hand on gun. “No!” you shouted. He fired. The sound, an exploding beehive. I looked at your fragile skull, resting on the sharp leaves of fall. Your eyelids blinked. Helicopters circled, sirens came. Your blood kept pooling. It was the color of mine.…
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Prayer
By I.E. Sommsin God, will you forgive the sins of our times, this sad era, its soft habits of thought and the glib assumptions easily taught that breed the lying slogans worse than crimes? We cannot help how the words work to cloud and clog and flood the forums of the mind. They build the thick…
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Of Gas and Guilt
By Alexander Schuhr My grandfather farted a lot. Sometimes it took as little as rising from a chair or a slight adjustment of his position and he’d let one fly. In my preadolescent years, I used to burst into laughter. And why not? Among my classmates, a thunderous salute called for proper acknowledgement. Embarrassment…
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Upon Recognizing Yesterday’s ‘Well-Meaning’ Poem Was Still as Paternalistic as Ever
By D. R. James —1/22/17 Outside, still January, but 40 not 15, gauzy, black-and-white woods from The Wolf Man. Inside, a gauzy-gray (un?)consciousness from This White Man, half-reclined in buttery, dove-gray leather. It’s envisioning millions of protesting women, now back perhaps in their individual towns, their power proclaimed not awakened, or still making their way…
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The Woman Candidate
By Caralyn Davis “You crave power,” they said. “Everyone who runs for president craves power. You need power to get things done,” the woman candidate said. “The question is: What will each of us do with that power?” “Women shouldn’t want that much power. You’re corrupt,” they said. “Look, here’s an article from a website…
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Boy Bye
Boy Bye By Lauren Marie Scovel Lauren Marie Scovel is a Boston-based bookseller and editorial assistant. She graduated from Emerson College with degrees in Writing, Literature, Publishing and Theatre Studies. This photograph was taken with a Promaster 2500PK Super film camera at the Women’s March in Washington D.C.
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İblis döl salıbdı, Şeytan bələkdə / The devil gave birth, and now Satan is in diapers
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Stand Up
By Linda Parsons Sit down, sit down, sit down, sit down, sit down, you’re rockin’ the boat. —Frank Loesser, Guys and Dolls Lo…