Writing is an act of resistance
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At Heaven’s Door
By Christa Miller After ten days of scavenging around the houses in our subdivision, I know it’s unsustainable. Zoe and I had started with the houses next door, then worked our way down the street, but we were walking farther and farther for less and less. I decide to head for Myrtle Beach, but
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Cicadas in Protest, 2020
By Aaron Sandberg they emerge— suddenly and briefly in large numbers— symbols of immortality—prominent eyes— active during the day with some calling at dawn or dusk— modes of locomotion—walking and flight— take to the wing to travel distances— the structure is buckled by muscular action— removing dirt in the process— sometimes cause damage— blunt
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This Morning, I Mistake the Sound of Thunder for Bombs
By Despy Boutris for Brittny which tells you something about the state of this country. This morning, I open Instagram and see Céline lying through its teeth. I’d love to write about planting flowers on my forearms, or my best friend’s collection of wool coats, but the police pulled guns on her husband standing
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War
By Linda E. Goodliffe Stolen sanity childhood classroom teacher hummus art photographs home garden cow goat silver Fire skin IED arm RPG spine grenade leg bunker buster drone strike mushroom cloud burn pit Rape gang woman child knife vulva vagina cervix uterus bladder breasts Feasting oligarch cat dog vulture on human carcass Linda
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Dream Interpreter
By Jie Wang “I was on an underground train. The announcement kept saying ‘Terminal. Terminal,’ in a slow way. Then the train stopped. The man in a grey jacket was on the platform. He was the only one there. He looked into the train. He looked around. I felt that he was looking for
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Two Poems by Gregory Wolff
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Now More Than Ever
By Marissa Glover You must pretend this is the first mask you’ve ever worn—act like it is the first time you hid yourself at home, away from the unseen thing that might make you sick, might kill you, if too much gets in. Now more than ever, dream of snakes walking into the house
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Scrolling
By Laura Grace Weldon Two penguin chicks are the only survivors of a 40,000 bird Antarctic colony. I imagine fuzzy hatchlings chirping for food till silent, scroll on to read about a dog taught to talk with an adaptive device. Stella, a mixed breed, already uses 29 words although her choices don’t include “why.”
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Long Time Listener
By H. A. Eugene Greetings HTW gang! First off I want to say thanks to Gabe, Mack, and your producer, the lovely Vicky! I am a fan of the podcast and have been a member of the How’s That Work? gang for almost longer than I can remember! As proof, I submit to you