Ofelia Looks for Anger at the Metropolitan Museum When she learned women can be anything, she didn’t know they just meant allegory. Evening’s...
By Antonia Randolph Introduction Caring for the black interior, or the inner life of black people, is necessary for political action and for the emotional...
By Holly Ryan Taken of the artist, by the artist, Cunt-a-loupe explores a woman’s individual sexuality as a pleasureful and empowering experience. The photograph is inspired...
By Mirusha Yogarajah Watching the show Master of None inscribed a sense of self-worth in me. My identity was relevant enough to be represented...
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By Hannah Yore I fall asleep each night next to a man who I am deeply in love. We share secrets that we have collected...
By Natasha Chanto I am nothing like the girls advertised in by the media. I am 5’1”, I weigh 125 pounds, my breasts are...
Her Landscape He undoes the snug pony tail then gathers my hair and brushes it Each gentle motion delivers a slow tug...
By Soumitree Gupta This piece is a response to all those occasions when I’ve been asked the “home” question—where I’m from—and I’ve struggled to condense...
By Sarena Tien You slide the bracelet over your hand, expecting it to fall straight down your forearm. “Hey,” you say to your friend,...
By Julie Winterich If you find this title ugly, you’re right. It’s jarring and upsetting. So is sexual violence. I’m a professor of sociology...
xxiii. if you sit by me I won’t be able to hear the words for listening to your body. . . ....
By Yehuda Sharim Scratch the surface of the living conditions in the United States, and you’ll find immigrants for whom deportation is not merely a threat or a...
By Judy Leigh She will need new shoes. She looks at her feet, the sore feet, the feet that danced all night. The feet...
By Taylor Bak I will write these poems until I prove you wrong, I will write these poems even if they’re a “waste...
It Saved My Life, It Made Me Tired If you call my hotline, I will simply say I’m not here. I’m sleeping under the...
Someone has to access this history just so he/she/they may wrestle to the ground this troubling concept, one that carries within it two dangerous strains—colonialism...
By Keisha Blain Adelaide Casely Hayford was, as she once described herself, a “race woman through and through.” Like Ida B. Wells, Mary McLeod Bethune, Una Marson, and...