Unrest
byThey believe the world can be good, so I tap the car horn and raise a fist in solidarity with the six or seven teenagers, all…
Arts
Walking Past a Farm on the First Day of Spring
byBlades open the earth, with a smelllike blood or bread rubbed to crumbs. News of my darkening country has methinking of poets slaughtered by…
E-Note
byIt is the silence before and after protests that finds me unable to speak. What we fail tosay and what we didn’t say is…
Pact
by“The deaths of two Saudi sisters… discovered on the banks of New York’s Hudson River… a double suicide” CNN 10/29/18 Together. Our thin- lipped…
Good Trouble
byFor John Lewis This Artemis country, helping deliver youWith a lead pipe, baseball bat, and a kick To the ribs like response to your kicking From…
Lamentation or The End of the World as We Know It
byArtist Statement: My Long Journey of Lament My painting is in response to a journey that I have been on these past several months,…
Sex, Politics, and the Tocantins River
by(Tocantins – Brazil, 1990) At four-twenty-four in the afternoon, the five dogs in the hard-packed dirt farm-yard were oblivious to the political meeting going…
Transit
by[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text] Transit, read by Clare Collins Hogan She wanted a girl. She didn’t get one. That was a year ago now. The end of…
What if We Could
bybelieve in god, I meanreally believe, the way you believe in the personsitting next to you on the busso when he shifts positionsor spreads his…