Writing is an act of resistance
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The Inauguration Day that Wasn’t with Mr. First Lady
By Pepper Hume Pepper Hume is a refugee from professional theatre design in scenery and costumes. After working all over the country, including years in both Chicago and New York, she retired to her hometown of Bartlesville, Oklahoma. She has a novel and several short stories under her belt—some published—and is working on a…
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Resiste / Resist, a poem and translation by Mariana Llanos
Como Cambiar el Mundo Sin Perdernos, How to Change the World Without Losing Ourselves, Virginia Vargas, Poetry, Mariana Llanos, Resiste Resist[fusion_builder_container hundred_percent=”no” equal_height_columns=”no” hide_on_mobile=”small-visibility,medium-visibility,large-visibility” background_position=”center center” background_repeat=”no-repeat” fade=”no” background_parallax=”none” enable_mobile=”no” parallax_speed=”0.3″ video_aspect_ratio=”16:9″ video_loop=”yes” video_mute=”yes” overlay_opacity=”0.5″ border_style=”solid” padding_top=”20px” padding_bottom=”20px” admin_toggled=”no”][fusion_builder_row][fusion_builder_column type=”1_2″ layout=”1_2″ spacing=”” center_content=”no” hover_type=”none” link=”” min_height=”” hide_on_mobile=”small-visibility,medium-visibility,large-visibility” class=”” id=”” background_color=”” background_image=”” background_position=”left top” background_repeat=”no-repeat” border_size=”0″ border_color=”” border_style=”solid” border_position=”all” padding=”” dimension_margin=”” animation_type=”” animation_direction=”left” animation_speed=”0.3″ animation_offset=”” last=”no”][fusion_title hide_on_mobile=”small-visibility,medium-visibility,large-visibility” size=”1″ content_align=”left” style_type=”default”] Resiste [/fusion_title][fusion_text] Resiste, hermana, resiste. Levanta…
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Rae Rose Cancels an Appointment
By Rae Rose Artist’s statement I am as inconsistent as my sleep. For people with bipolar disorder, sleep is often an ongoing battle, a ludicrous arrangement, a total crapshoot, and sometimes, ridiculous. More often, I’m crying. More often, I’m ashamed. Some days, I’m a total badass. Some days, I fee like I can’t show up…
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On the Front Lines
reproductive rights, abortion, Kit-Bacon Gressitt, sidewalk counseling, clinic sidewalk interference, embryo dolls, The Cider House Rules, John Irving, FictionFiction by Kit-Bacon Gressitt You look in the bedroom mirror, small enough to deny self-adoration, and pull your brownish hair into a ponytail. Tight, like Mother used to do it. You turn to the bed. Your clothes are laid out on sheets held in place by perfect hospital corners. You dress in practical layers, to accommodate…
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No Time to Lose
By Sergio A. Ortiz It’s cold here. Its color, a ninja turtle orange, and only 1 day left for el Presidente Electo to inaugurate his burned hair, his head de mal parío, his enano politician tweets. People say it’s worth the trip to his Swearing In, that this kind of shit makes you grow. The…
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Dear Daughter by Lia Langworthy
Dear daughter, Your body shook with tears as CNN declared him the winner. Numb and stoic, I held you, the circuits of my mind overloaded, broken, unable to process what I was hearing and seeing. I imploded with treacherous emotions. Comforting words eluded me. I called your father, for him to deal with your fears…
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Sad Homage to Whitman
By Mark J. Mitchell Fatigued and down-hearted I read the result of the vote. Wind has been stolen from my sails. Fellow travelers jump, one by one, off the plank. over the low gunwale of the ship of state. Allons! November 9, 2016 Mark J. Mitchell studied writing at UC Santa Cruz under Raymond Carver…
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War Dogs #2 by Patrick Brown
Patrick Brown artist, Visual AIDS, Escondido Arts Partnership Municipal Gallery, The Studio Door San Diego, ImageA profile of the artist Artist Patrick Brown is a fairly quiet man—perhaps a bit shy—with a cute laugh, a slight Southern accent, and a gentle sadness that sometimes shades his eyes. It’s a companionable sorrow, though. It reaches into his paintings and says, “It might hurt, but it’s OK to look; you know…
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Reasons to post a photo of a dead child from Aleppo
Freedom She Comes Naked, Poetry, Sergio A. Ortiz poet, Undertow Tanka Review, Maram Al-Masri poet, Elle va nue la libertéBy Sergio A. Ortiz Omran was a Syrian boy: Our son defeated in front of the sea after chasing the dawn, our little brother cleft by the blows of the crab that was death, nothingness, emptiness, a thick river of icy water. Our child like all other innocent children whom they bombed in Aleppo and are…