The Mountain The mountain is really a series of itself. Deeper pockets of sky color float in its canyons. In certain seasons, it’s difficult...
May 25th was African Liberation Day (ALD). The Feminist Wire is celebrating ALD with two interviews of African Feminists We Love: Fadzai Muparutsa, a Zimbabwean...
Tourists By Em Bowen Around this time last year, I started to read books about grief. I like to think that I did this because...
May 25th is African Liberation Day (ALD). The Feminist Wire is celebrating ALD with two interviews of African Feminists We Love: Amina Doherty, a Nigerian...
By Dia Felix Into our night, I curl like a snail. To the bottom of the silver bridge, a tiny snail sticks. In this heat...
By Mohadesa Najumi Dedicated to my mother. They try to shrink you. Tame you. Convince you that all your rage is a product of your...
By SooJin Pate When most people think about love, it is usually a feeling that flows outward towards some person or some thing: “I love...
By Vaidehi Mujumdar We’ve already buried so much of our different, it feels so hard to find. Almost every day, my friend and I exchange...
By Ahmad Greene-Hayes I am the great-great-great grandson of former enslaved Georgians—the Johnson family to be exact. I come from a lineage of individuals whom...
By Layli Maparyan and AnaLouise Keating Layli Maparyan (LM): How did you come to the notion of post-oppositional politics? AnaLouise Keating (ALK): I’ve only started...
By Zillah Eisenstein My writing is a small offering to give political voice to the extra-ordinary attempt at trans-national and cultural and racial and class...
Aishah Shahidah Simmons — my sister and comrade across miles and years, and the visionary behind the historic forum you’ve been reading for the...
I. Julie punched the buttons on the radio, hard double-clicks, propelling the station marker back and forth between the rock and roll of WLLZ and...
By Rosa Cabrera After the first and last time we slept together, she asked, “So what’s it like to be the third?” ...
Dearest Mumia, I have been writing this letter for many years, in my head and in my heart, but have not until now committed 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...
from THE LANDSCAPES WERE IN MY ARMS 1 The history of industry tells me more than this archive of confession. My legs are forgotten...
By Janell Hobson Having seen 12 Years a Slave twice (first at a fundraising event and later at a private screening and discussion), I am...