Writing is an act of resistance
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Backyard Musings in America at Twilight
climate change, global warming, Ashley R. Carlson, climate crisi, climate injustice, Narrative nonfictionBy 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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Writers Resist News
New schedule, renewed resistance—and a new editor We are delighted to introduce our new editor, DW McKinney. DW is a Black American, multi-genre writer, and she’ll be collaborating with our poetry and prose editors. She pens 3 PANELS, a graphic novels review column for CNMN Magazine. Her work has appeared in Los Angeles Review of…
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Legacy, Complicated
By DW McKinney A small queue is forming outside a set of locked glass doors when I whip into the parking lot. It’s the first time I’ve ever been to the Doolittle Community Center even though I frequent the park a few hundred feet away on a regular basis with my daughters. I exit my…
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It’s June 19, 2021!
Welcome to the Writers Resist Juneteenth and Biden-Harris First 150 Days Issue In this issue we celebrate, resist, and envision better things, along with pronouncing some serious condemnation when warranted. But before you plunge into the issue, please consider these Juneteenth resources: “What Is Juneteenth?” by Henry Louis Gates, The Root, 2013 “Making Juneteenth Great…
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Oath: n. curse, vow, promise.
Poetry, Lea Page, Vice President Kamala Harris, first woman of color vice president, Pete Buttigieg, Chasten ButtigiegBy Lea Page The photograph: Vice-President Kamala Harris (let’s just say that one more time: Vice-President Kamala Harris)—a woman, a brown woman, a black woman, an Asian-American woman, a woman born of immigrants, a powerful woman, a fierce woman, a joyful woman—swears in a man whose husband—partner, third-gentleman (?), the love of the man’s…
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Two Poems by Alice Rothchild
reproductive justice, Poetry, Alice Rothchild, sisterhood, women’s movement, women’s rights are human rights, abortion rights, Planned Parenthood, feminist poetry[fusion_builder_container hundred_percent=”no” hundred_percent_height=”no” hundred_percent_height_scroll=”no” hundred_percent_height_center_content=”yes” equal_height_columns=”no” menu_anchor=”” hide_on_mobile=”small-visibility,medium-visibility,large-visibility” class=”” id=”” background_color=”” background_image=”” background_position=”center center” background_repeat=”no-repeat” fade=”no” background_parallax=”none” enable_mobile=”no” parallax_speed=”0.3″ video_mp4=”” video_webm=”” video_ogv=”” video_url=”” video_aspect_ratio=”16:9″ video_loop=”yes” video_mute=”yes” video_preview_image=”” border_size=”” border_color=”” border_style=”solid” margin_top=”” margin_bottom=”” padding_top=”” padding_right=”” padding_bottom=”” padding_left=””][fusion_builder_row][fusion_builder_column type=”1_1″ layout=”1_1″ spacing=”” center_content=”no” link=”” target=”_self” min_height=”” hide_on_mobile=”small-visibility,medium-visibility,large-visibility” class=”” id=”” background_color=”” background_image=”” background_position=”left top” background_repeat=”no-repeat” hover_type=”none” border_size=”0″ border_color=”” border_style=”solid”…
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Sip-In: 1966
Jesse Mavro Diamond, LGBT Rights Activist Dick Leitsch, heterosexism, Mattachine Society, Poetry, homophobiaBy Jesse Mavro Diamond For LGBT Rights Activist Dick Leitsch Carpenters, bankers, bricklayers, undertakers. Why gay bars? Because we could only be gay In gay bars. The N.Y. State Liquor Authority CEO: no discrimination in bars. Why? because bars had the right to refuse customers not acting suitably. Therefore, disorderly. Bankers, bricklayers, undertakers,…
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My Black Ass Is Resting
By Sarah Sheppeck “I want to hear all of you.” “Do I have to tell it in order?” “However you’d like.” She takes a cigarette, lights it, hands me the pack. “The only condition is that you have to tell it all.” “Okay.” I exhale a thick plume of smoke. “All right. Here goes.”…

