Writing is an act of resistance
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Coincidence
By Minnie Bartlett On the first day of winter, when it rained so hard I thought it might snow, I got in my car and drove fifteen minutes to the shopping mall. I walked into the hiking store I’d rarely had a reason to go past, though my penchant for practical flannel and worn-out boots…
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Two poems by Mia Leonin
Poet’s note: These “still life” poems are based on oral histories I conducted with the permission of women who wanted to speak anonymously about their reproductive lives. Mia Leonin is the author of four poetry collections: Fable of the Pack-Saddle Child (BkMk Press), which won an International Latino Book Award. Anhinga Press published her books…
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The Shirt
By Elizabeth B. Morse When the others wore white shirts, Diana wore a black one. The black button-down shirt meant rebellion. One that was tiny, to be sure, but a rebellion just the same. She’d bought it at Brooks Brothers on sale. Nobody said anything at the office, even though she and her co-workers sat…
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Smash, Build, Rise
By Chelsie Zuccollo I’m no architect, but I can lift a bag of cement.Smash the patriarchy, then build something better. I’m no contractor, but I can see the possibilities.Don’t break the glass ceiling—redesign the roof. I’m no lawyer, but I use my voice for others.Pay me the same as a man; it’s overdue justice. I’m…
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Aunt Annie’s Recipe for the Resistance
By Jane Frances Gilles Dear nieces and nephews, You call me “The Resistance Maven.” It’s kind of funny, and I know you mean it as a compliment. But I don’t think you get what’s required to resist. So, here’s my recipe. By the way, there are tons of people who are more active than I,…
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“There Will Be Casualties”
—President Donald J. Trump (2/28/26) By Ashley Mace Havird I saw it from the top of the hill.Hoped it was not a dead anything,only a weird hump in the street.(It was, after all, street-colored,the same variations of gray.)Cycled nearer. Dog? Too loaf-like.Cat? No cat was ever that fat.Possum it was,I saw as my bike raced…
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Static Between the Folding Tables
pink washing, teacher union, civil disobedience, PRIDE, Fiction, capitalism, Fendy S. Tulodo, school board fightBy Fendy S. Tulodo The microphone died exactly as I said, “I’m an atheist, but even I believe in miracles. Like affordable insulin.” Silence. Then someone in the back shouted, “Blasphemy!” I held the dead mic in my hand and said louder, “Sir, if God’s got stock in that corporation, He owes us an apology.”…
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To my father, whose mother tongue is a village dialect
By Anonymous When you rebuild yourselffrom remnants now oldin a country where you arenot a citizen you are an alien,how many times do youmention how lucky you wereto rebuild yourself whenbroken in college because of your dialectin Botswana because of yourlanguage in South Carolina and Georgia,how many times were you toldthe alphabet your mouth formedwas…
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The Most Radical Protest Right Now Is Handmade
By Amanda Jackson There’s a sweet settling fiber artists know, where time softens and fingertips warm with effortless energy. Meditating on patterns, settling into rhythm, mesmerized by repetition. Top to bottom, bottom to top. Stitch, stitch, stitch. My mom taught me to cross stitch as a little girl, kittens, rainbows, and hearts emerging from hundreds…