If gaza is the soul of Palestine, The west bank is the heart, And both are bleeding, Both are in a state of shock, Tractors across their veins, Their arteries poisoned, Their airwaves struggling for life. Maybe the time for poetry is dead, Buried in a mass grave Along...
To be disabled is to have failed. I don’t mean we’ve failed inherently, but our culture tells us whose bodies matter, and it’s not us. Having failed gives as certain problems, like with making money, staying housed, finding partners, keeping our children,...
By: Mara X I’ve become obsessed with a particular kind of hobby. These hobbies focus on an experience which has a consistent baseline and is usually engaged in casually. The hobby is in the optimization and customization of the experience, the expansion of its...
By: Persephone This was largely written in the wake of Aaron Bushnell’s brave and tragic self-immolation in protest of the genocide in Gaza, in response to the feelings this stirred in me—parts of me that felt a deep sense of recognition in the likely...
if i die before i say “i love you” i made sure you’ll find out i told everyone else, everyone who would listen, to make sure its not time yet i’m not brave yet to tell you myself but the chance that you would never know is too risky to bear so...
Water droplets seemed to freeze in the air as Mel’s paws splashed through the puddles marking her way home. The last rain left, much to her delight, several more than usual scattered over the well worn path through the woods. Well worth the worry ignited by the strong...
