All Mapped Out by Ziggy Dicks, Regular Contributor The day she fell she stopped being my guide and I’d …
Even Angels Burn
Even Angels Burn by Kristin Garth, Regular Contributor Even the angels burn, in second grade you learn inside your …
Editorial | On Grandpas with a Past, by Hokis
I forgave the man who raped me, the day before he carefully screwed a plate into my aged father’s tibia. …
Weekly Feature | The Women Who Come to Us, by Trudi Barnum
The Women Who Come to Us by Trudi Barnum They show up at our door, black trash bags and …
TERSE VERSE | Stanza Has Big Feet, a poem by Killah Shark
Angola never floated
Cotton grows in rows
Chained Black feet pick it
TERSE VERSE | Angola, a poem by Killah Shark
Angola never floated
Cotton grows in rows
Chained Black feet pick it
Three Sixty One
And I have killed you againWith gun, with knife, doesn’t matter.Three-sixty tons of painSure became the town’s chatter. You once …
Resist! | R Culture, a poem by Cyndie Randall
R Culture When my rapist dies, there will be many #TouchingTributes. Our mutual friends know he ransacked me, and still, …
Education | Brave Women at the Helm, Ronan Farrow at the Ready
Crooked Media Investigative reporter Ronan Farrow, a complete and total stranger to Jon Lovett, stops by Lovett or Leave It …
Roe v. Wade-related | Nolite te bastardes carborundorum, Bitches, a poem by Juliette Sebock
when a man asked about
my big, bad wolf,
looked to the dog beside me.
I wanted to smile a blood-soaked grin
and tell him that the wolf
is him and his
Roe v. Wade-related | You Rubbed Me the Wrong Way, a poem by Megha Sood
You rubbed me the wrong way You scrubbed my wounds and picked on my scabs and then leave me withering …
