We are delighted to introduce our new editor, Ying Wu, who is joining editor Laura Orem in the Writers Resist world of poetry. Ying Wu is a poet and cognitive scientist, and host of the Gelato Poetry reading series in San Diego (meetup.com/BrokenAnchorPoetry). She is also a proud member of the editorial team of Kids! San [...]
By Edytta Anna Wojnar The song of birds outside pulls her out of a nightmare in which chicks hatch from eggs submerged in boiling water. She hastily retrieves them and not knowing what to do next, she blankets them with foil and places in a box. Outside, the chirping is gregarious. A neighbor’s dog starts [...]
By Liz Kellebrew We were born to this place, to the broad bowl of the sky and the rolling fields of the plains, to the buffalo and wild horses, to the clouds and tall grass. We tore strips of lightning from our sides, and our ribs spread out like the wings of eagles. This is [...]
By RC Wilson Behind every shithole country Is an act of colonial rape Behind every terrorist bomb Is a smiling missionary or corporate agent Back when Africa was being gang banged By Leopold II, Stanley and Livingston, The French Foreign Legion, Firestone Tire & Rubber, All seven of the seven sister oil giant offspring Of [...]
By Michelle J. Fernandez When we arrived we were four footsteps at a time: his and mine. Standing on the front steps of a government building just like all the lovers before us just to make it official. There is something about signing on a dotted line before god and country that somehow makes it real. [...]
By Dein Sofley It’s not that there’s anything wrong with you. It’s just that, well, you know ... it’s normal to have sexual feelings. Our bodies were made to procreate. Reproduce. Have babies. When you’re married. It’s just that a man and a woman, they fit together, by design. See? A woman provides the egg and [...]
By Christina Schmitt It is 2018, the 200th anniversary of Mary Shelley’s novel, Frankenstein. It is 1818 and mad Chemist Victor Frankenstein steps back from the lab table, Covered in blood that is not his own. Instruments of life scattered all over the kitchen floor, His apartment is a literary landscape of graveyard bodies, when One [...]
By Michael Peck there were too many complications too many forms of behavior expected nice right angles meant to shape your life and opinions nobody else seemed to mind or maybe the shaping process had worked more effectively on them having started earlier before the individual character had formed roots freedom and independence were valued [...]
