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First 100 Days: Sanctuary

By | 2017-04-26T19:53:55+00:00 April 27th, 2017|Categories: Issue 22: 27 Apr 2017|Tags: , , , |

By Jennifer Hernandez Border fence divides barbs catch rip prevent free range prevent migration of wildlife of many lives gaps allow glimpses of el otro lado amber waves blue blue skies gauzy clouds floating elusive storms brew on the horizon   Jennifer Hernandez lives in Minnesota, where she works with immigrant youth and writes poetry, flash, [...]

First 100 Days: Power by Adrienne Rich

By | 2017-04-26T17:36:27+00:00 April 27th, 2017|Categories: Issue 22: 27 Apr 2017|Tags: , , , |

By Tarra Stevenson Living in a white fog of patriarchy/phallocentrism/misogyny Today a class of teenage girls radiant discussed the power of Marie Curie her sacrifice to birth knowledge even in the face of her own death. A radio- active superwoman. Today a vice-president eliminated possibility potential denying their rights denying her fights and the teenage girls [...]

First 100 Days: Wiretap Tweets—Defined

By | 2017-04-26T17:49:20+00:00 April 27th, 2017|Categories: Issue 22: 27 Apr 2017|Tags: , , , |

By Charles W. Brice   Terrible (tĕr′ə-bəl): n. A salutation. Syn.: dear, my dear, hi, hello Just (jŭst): n. & v. A statement of absolute truth. Ex: Just found out that Obama had my “wires tapped.” Found Out (found out): tr.v. To receive an incontrovertible revelation of indisputable fact from a minor entertainment personage on Fox [...]

Going Limp

By | 2017-04-19T17:57:04+00:00 April 20th, 2017|Categories: Issue 21: 20 April 2017|Tags: , , |

By Ruth Nolan It was your favorite story, the one you most loved to tell me, from the days when you were the star of your high school football team, MVP, you'd say: It's important to go limp after throwing a pass because you know you're going to get hit and that way you're less likely [...]

Uprising

By | 2017-04-19T17:55:12+00:00 April 20th, 2017|Categories: Issue 21: 20 April 2017|Tags: , |

By Janey Skinner   Pink pointed ears popped up everywhere. Skeins in pocket, women knit as they marched, constructing together the greatest pussy hat of all, its oval opening frilled in coral, cinnamon and crimson yarns, too soft and too strong to tear. Some say the Golem emerged from that hat, a bud of damp clay [...]

American Signs

By | 2017-04-19T17:39:50+00:00 April 20th, 2017|Categories: Issue 21: 20 April 2017|Tags: , |

By R.M. Engelhardt Dead crow in the middle of the road, Black as death and dark In the cold November air When all the trees all sigh "Remember" Where there is a change in the scenery Something different Like God has suddenly left The building A winter without snow Where a part of your soul Has [...]

Porn Government

By | 2017-04-12T19:02:55+00:00 April 13th, 2017|Categories: Issue 20: 13 April 2017|Tags: , |

By Eliza Mimski One He undressed the country and grabbed it in his sweaty palms. As the zipper came down, the country split in two. He inserted his finger into the wrath. He inserted his finger into his following but they didn't notice. He peeled open the law and banged it into the first half. He [...]

Scent of Mock Orange

By | 2017-04-12T19:06:02+00:00 April 13th, 2017|Categories: Issue 20: 13 April 2017|Tags: , |

A cento by Marcia Meier   The serpent, that mocker, woke up and pressed against me In the west the falling light still glows but here on earth we’ve got a fair supply of everything If you tasted it, it would first taste bitter crooning black lullabies in the kitchen, And now, it is easy to [...]

A Brief History

By | 2017-04-12T19:05:05+00:00 April 13th, 2017|Categories: Issue 20: 13 April 2017|Tags: , , |

A sonnet by I.E. Sommsin Into the toilet endlessly flushing leap the great state and vast empire, fat and swollen, on schedule to expire, onward toward oblivion rushing. They got the loud proud words that prove them strong, and the firm resolve that works on teevee and the raw courage made for a moovee— if you [...]

The Big Top Comes Down: A Consciousness Poem

By | 2017-04-05T12:45:31+00:00 April 6th, 2017|Categories: Issue 19: 06 Apr 2017|Tags: , |

By Deborah Kahan Kolb   once the elephants left the crowds stopped coming to the circus but look do my eyes deceive me the elephants are back they are blustering along on Capitol Hill with old white-man creases leathering their skin leaving yuge piles of shit in their wake for the humane rights activists to shovel and [...]

Typing Class

By | 2017-04-05T16:22:21+00:00 April 6th, 2017|Categories: Issue 19: 06 Apr 2017|Tags: , |

By Susan Elliott Brown A black, rectangular shield covers the keyboard and my hands like a censor hides nipples on TV. I type sample sentences, hundreds more words to go before the bell. When will the auditor perform the city audit? The fox and the bear jumped over the logs. The mayor mailed a letter to [...]

When the Clock Was Smashed

By | 2017-04-05T16:21:13+00:00 April 6th, 2017|Categories: Issue 19: 06 Apr 2017|Tags: , , |

By Julia Stein Color Juarez White I was twenty, alone in Juarez and afraid in a white-walled clinic wearing a white paper gown. The illegal abortionist took from the drawer his metal rods, metal knife, metal spoon. I laid back on the hard, white table. The gas mask was put over my head. It was over. [...]