Writing is an act of resistance
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Manifesto
By John C. Mannone We are desperate for life to be found outside our comfortable homes here on this planet. We send messengers to the outer reaches of our solar system —robots with test tube eyes see 200 atom-heavy molecules on Saturn’s Enceladus geysering from a subsurface ocean, icy plumes feathered with biochemistry—life essential…
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Observation After Watching a National Geographic Documentary
By Joanne Sharp Some monkeys have learned that a rock can break open a nut. Other monkeys are learning that a nut can break open their world. Joanne Sharp, Southern California native, graduated from UCLA with a B.A. in Art. Lifelong interests in arts practice, music, and literature led to her to poetry…
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Ten Commandments from the Book of MAGA
By Chris Maiurro and Remy Dambron, an artist-author collaboration I. I alone am your news, you shall not have other news besides me. II. Thou shalt not make unto thee global waming or covfefe. III. Thou shalt not take the name of thy Lord, your vain president. IV. Remember which came first, the…
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He Went to the City of Bridges
By Jack Ridl For all the victims of the Tree of Life Synagogue killings He went to the city of bridges. He stood in front of the synagogue, dared shake the hand of the Rabbi. He said what his daughter and son-in-law told him to say. He went to the city of bridges. He…
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When Women Drink We Love
By Julia Tagliere Why is it that when women drink we love We melt at your gentle insistence and praise your strong hands We shed our full-body armor and open our honeyed limbs We forget When women drink we love We do not, generally, shove bottles into your rectums or try to force your…
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with risk to inhabit that whole
By Grover Wehman-Brown when asked to bring my ancestors into the room alongside those they would want to harm the answer is surely no. and i must. over the years my attempts to bring an orb of collectivity glowing into the rubble, or a lantern to the wounded cave has been met with dank…
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Portfolio
By Christopher Woods The house stands at the end of the road, near a river. He stands in the night street appraising the house, the ghost glow, the promise, a hopeful omen. He gathers his bags with the tools of his trade and begins to climb the stairs when he hears the cry from…
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One Nation, Indivisible
By Laura Grace Weldon Our daily walk is a simple necessary practice, especially now when each day’s news spirals us into tighter circles. Beyond birdsong and breezes we hear jeering laughter, see teens jumping on an elderly neighbor’s hay bales, hooting as their weight breaks his farm’s winter food into uselessness. They grew up…
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Metamorphosis Points
By Yuan Changming I would paint my skin Into a colorless color, & I would dye my hair Wear two blue contacts, & I would even Go for plastic surgery, but if I really do I assure you, I will not remove my native village Accent while speaking this foreign tongue (I began To…