Writing is an act of resistance
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January 6th
By Sherry Stuart Berman when they are ants world is colony is home is superorganism single-file, no ears they feel vibrations with their feet rely on scent for instruction they are trash-handlers, excavators, swarm when called to and when their king corrupts their wings and rots the wood and steals their eggs they carry…
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In Praise of Boredom
By Suzanne O’Connell The past four years have been like having a dad who sells all the furniture while I sleep, breaks the windows over the sink, throws out my stuffed bunny and lava lamp, then promises to take me to the Ferris wheel. He’s so loveable, until he isn’t. Like when he shoves…
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the arrogance of illusion
by conney d. williams the hope of this people, like tectonics, quake under the abusive weight of impostors sitting upon its collective breath still engulfed in protest dissenting to comply with its own extinction and these impostors or parasites would pillage even the safety from victims even as they disintegrated in obscurity human waste…
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The Hold
#BLM, Pat Andrus, Sandra Bland, Michael Brown, Black Lives Matter, Dante Parker, Poetry, Atatiana Jefferson, police violence, Kathryn Johnston, Eric Garner, Aiyana Mo’Nay Stanley-Jones, George Floyd, choke hold, Breonna TaylorBy Pat Andrus For Sandra Bland, Breonna Taylor, Michael Brown, George Floyd, seven-year-old Aiyana Mo’Nay Stanley-Jones, Eric Garner, Dante Parker, Atatiana Jefferson, ninety-two-year-old Kathryn Johnston . . . A broken baton a dead rat 5 jailers with guns. How the life loses its state of pure being. How a bone breaks and one rose…
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Stop Light
By D.A. Gray “Embrace diversity. Unite — Or be divided, robbed, ruled, killed By those that see you as prey. Embrace diversity or be destroyed.” ― Octavia E. Butler, Parable of the Sower The light works for now. We’re stopped at an intersection beside the Walgreens and its half-full parking lot, safely in our…
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Passing On Fire
By Joyce Frohn My grandmother called herself a “tomboy.” She bragged that she could chop wood and bale hay as fast as the men. And then they sat down and read the paper while she baked fine biscuits and pie. She loved hunting, motorcycles and gardening. She raised four children in a boxcar, teaching…
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Election Day
right to vote, Richard Nixon, voter supression, Poetry, Vietnam War, climate change, climate crisis, Elizabeth Edelglass, polioBy Elizabeth Edelglass We stand in line beside our mothers’ stockinged legs, line snaking through the gymnasium, where yesterday we’d also snaked through same gymnasium, mouths agape for the healing cube, sugar our mothers said, but bitter, live virus, our parents had said, to save us from the deadly virus, their voices husky with…
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Work
By Mary Leary Please stop writing about nothing. The light from your lawn chairs. Berries you savored or didn’t, bodies massed for gatherings on back summer lawns. Nice usually means smiling; at least pretending to listen. Maybe keeping it light. No politics at New Year’s Day dinner, you say and I wonder why I…

