Unfledged What did I know, what did I know of love’s austere and lonely offices? — Robert Hayden Weekends too my father...
Today is the final day of 2013. And this year has been one that pushed many people around the world to deeply consider and interrogate...
Conjure Season Last night another woman died at the hands of a lover boy friend husband ex take your pick & all the mouths...
notes toward dropping out (March 1995) This is where I ceased— Not to be too obvious, or in mutation, or distilled, transmogrification ...
Religion is a site of both freedom and oppression. The Black Church in particular, is a significant source of meaning making and marginalization in the...
By Gala Mukmolova Girl-talk * I’ve really been working on my orgasmic meditation, my ex tells me. If the instructor touches my clit in...
A Poem For The Girl Who Solicited Money To Get To the National Poetry Slam (I assume by plane) Because ”I am only 20...
By Kai M. Green Dear Kinfolk: Today is World Aids Day. Today, I remember those who we have lost. I remember the ancestors we have...
By Sana Hashmi A Huffington Post headline last month read: “Rotana Tarabzouni’s Lorde Cover Will Make You Stand In Unity With Saudi Arabia’s Women (Video).”...
By Sophia Wallace As an artist, my job is to explore an idea aesthetically and then share my work with the public. In this light,...
By Mohadesa Najumi Dedicated to my Mother, Kateryna, Hala, Kim, Gabby and @buonasahra Dear woman who has been told to quieten down, speak softer and be less...
By Judy Rohrer I am choosing the form of an open letter as a tribute to the courage UConn student Carolyn Luby showed when she...
By Martina Powell and Lauren Todd When University of Connecticut President Susan Herbst addressed the recently filed Title IX complaint against the university as “astonishingly...
By Mohadesa Najumi Lily Allen’s “Hard Out Here” video has not been circulating the Internet unscathed. If you haven’t seen it, it is a largely...
from THE LANDSCAPES WERE IN MY ARMS 1 The history of industry tells me more than this archive of confession. My legs are forgotten...
On a Saturday morning in September, I found an unusual email in my inbox. From one perspective, it was a threat. “If you do not...
By AMarie Houser Your partner touches your arm, your shoulder: his fingers like pebbles, alluvial strikes. Waves of pain radiate from the small pressures. Your...
By Sandra Trappen Problem According to Chris Hables Gray, “wars do make men” (1997:295). And to this I might add, they make women, too. That...