Issue 119: 01 October 2020

/Issue 119: 01 October 2020

When I Am Asked to Be More Like the Good Women of Sparta in the Movie ‘300’

By | 2020-09-29T14:00:49-07:00 October 1st, 2020|Categories: Issue 119: 01 October 2020|Tags: , , , |

By Abby E. Murray   The colonel sends a letter to the families of Tiger Battalion at the onset of global pandemic. I am a Tiger spouse now, which means I am dignified, according to the colonel. The tigers in the zoo closest to us have paced so long in their habitat they communicate in sunken [...]

For E.G.

By | 2020-09-29T14:09:33-07:00 October 1st, 2020|Categories: Issue 119: 01 October 2020|Tags: , |

By Matt Barnsley   there's a drip drip drip that comes with being american it soaks DuBois' veil and smothers the mouth the nose a personalized waterboarding half dead, half alive there's a gasping gasp gasp that echoes in our ears it drowns out the cries the gunshots the standby videos and a man who can't [...]

Women Wearing White

By | 2020-09-29T13:53:23-07:00 October 1st, 2020|Categories: Issue 119: 01 October 2020|Tags: , , , |

By Carol Sadtler   not just for purity but justice as suffragettes wore white for the vote, as Hillary’s white pantsuit honors them, as all the women of every color in the House wear white one night and the Speaker claps back to power, as on the day Madame Speaker, in white bespoke pantsuit, begins to [...]

Sonnet for the Woman in Walgreens

By | 2020-10-04T10:13:36-07:00 October 1st, 2020|Categories: Issue 119: 01 October 2020|Tags: , , , |

By Diane Elayne Dees   It’s been a week or two since our encounter, yet your voice haunts me, and I see your face in waking dreams. There, at the checkout counter, you yelled and gestured as you made your case: “It’s all a hoax!” you shouted, while the clerk delivered a lecture on government regulations, [...]

I Do Not Wait

By | 2020-09-29T16:02:49-07:00 October 1st, 2020|Categories: Issue 119: 01 October 2020|Tags: , , |

By Trish Hopkinson       —for Walt Whitman   nor am I dismissed. I set myself apart, do not tremble beneath terms—cold  manly, butch, ball-breaker bitch—do not determine my worth by whom I am kept. I ratchet skyward take my place at the sun’s table lifted by turquoise bone & bladed wings. My scarab shell snubs boot [...]

Good Night

By | 2020-09-29T14:21:14-07:00 October 1st, 2020|Categories: Issue 119: 01 October 2020|Tags: , |

By Angela Costi   In 1993, I walked the night through Alma Park, St Kilda, from 10 pm to 4 am, no chaperone, no iPhone, the poetry gig would end I would leave take the tram no taxi, no text-talk, no self-talk, and walk for blocks through city lanes, urban parks, industrial streets half a city [...]