Writing is an act of resistance
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⌘lzibongo for Black Women
Kai Coggin, izibongo, in praise of Black women, Langston Hughes, Harriett Tubman, Rosa Parks, Black Lives Matter, Audre Lorde, Poetry, Maya Angelou, Breonna Taylor, #BLMBy Kai Coggin a praise poem, after JP Howard, for my Sisters praise you Black Woman because you never be praised enough let me lift your collective name here let me strip you of all your forced-on shame here praise you for the stars that unfold when you smile praise you for the way
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Cell Block Tango
By Avra Margariti A lullaby—seductive, hypnopaedic—slinks through the high security ward of the women’s prison. Morrigan, the phantom queen whistling between sharp teeth her very own Cell Block Tango, banshee call to arms. The doors all open wide locks broken, passwords hacked, guard uniforms painted red with life, never to be washed clean again.
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Gender Neutral
By Jane Muschenetz To Skyler and the Diversionary Theatre, who stand proud and help all of us stand together. They’re studying the effects of gendering on language and cultural norms — how the moon is feminine in Spanish and Russian, but masculine in German how this alters our perception of its qualifications — whether
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Rudy Springs a Leak
By Suzanne O’Connell This morning I found a meatloaf in a basket. When you look, there are always things to find. The only time you can find a fraudulent ballot for example, is when you look. We have statisticians willing to testify that there is a big coordinated Thing. It lurks in every city.
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2020 Summer Olympics: Tokyo Games Medal Count
athletes of color, sexualization of the female body, racism and sexism in sports, 2020 Summer Olympics, Satire, Tara Campbell, objectificationBy Tara Campbell * as of July 13 ** as of September 8 Tara Campbell is a writer, teacher, Kimbilio Fellow, and fiction co-editor at Barrelhouse. She received her MFA from American University. In addition to Writers Resist, previous publication credits include SmokeLong Quarterly, Masters Review, Wigleaf, Jellyfish Review, Booth, Strange Horizons, and CRAFT
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Farmers Market, Eastern Shore of Maryland
Summer 2021 By Erin Murphy Everything is free, it seems: parking, treats for dogs whose owners browse free-range brown eggs. Last month scores of documents were found in a nearby attic, dry rotted and tattered. One offered 30 dollars for the capture of a Negro man named Amos with coarse trousers, a tolerable good felt
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New Deal, No Mule
By Julie A Dickson Cotton familiarity, certainly, reparation absent, disparity of races, apparent then, in lack of mule plus 40 acres promised, disconcerted, hired workers of color, tried to transcend past inequity, berated frequently, repeatedly as subservient, un- respected and mostly suspected crime, intrusion, caucasian collusion to diminish pride, worth taken from generations passed,
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Backyard Musings in America at Twilight
Narrative nonfiction, climate change, global warming, Ashley R. Carlson, climate crisi, climate injusticeBy Ashley R. Carlson 6:52 p.m. Summer, twilight, after a thunderous lightning-streaked monsoon that flooded streets and yards and sent trashcans floating into traffic-stalled intersections. Seventy-eight degrees here in Phoenix, uncharacteristically tolerable for the Sonoran desert mid-August. A breeze ruffles my hair, my German shepherd panting nearby as she lifts her long, jet-black snout
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GAZA
By Kiran Masroor Gaza did not destruct for us to watch. The way the word Gaza stays in the back of the throat. I didn’t know I loved Gaza until it became so small. Small as a word in a sentence. We fit such enormous things into our mouths and expect that the meaning still