Badaun Sisters 27 May, 2014, Katra Village, Badaun District, Uttar Pradesh, India Strange fruits found on dusty back roads in forgotten Indian villages. ...
By Mariah Conn Start workout. My shoe feels loose. Glance behind. This hill is too steep. Nailed it. Oh, the tunnel. Better take out...
PLEASE SEND IN YOUR SUBMISSIONS!! TODAY: JUNE 1, 2015 Thank you to everyone who has submitted to the College Feminisms Forum! Please continue to share...
By Felicia Garcia One afternoon, I was driving to work and I had the reggae station playing on Pandora. Buju Banton’s “Boom Bye-Bye” came on....
By Zoe Handler I fall in love for the first time. My partner sighs when my kisses leave faint red lipstick marks on their...
~~~~~~~~~ Step by step is an understatement of the Complexity Confusion Exhaustion That comes along with this work, Deconstruction Reconstruction so that many of us...
TFW celebrates Collective member Tanisha C. Ford on the publication of her new book!! — From the civil rights and Black Power era of the...
In the wake of this year’s Trans100 event, we write this letter with grave concern for the current state of the trans movement,...
By Ray Fraizer ~~~ Fear Tell me what fear is when you’re going eighty on E smoking what your father smelled like when...
By Olivia Emin I go to a school where the boys outnumber the girls. This isn’t a small difference; there are pretty much two and...
By Rebecca Long As awareness of the harmful affects of the presentation of distorted female bodies in media and advertising has risen, so too has...
By Nora Kervroëdan Mama always told me I should not complain. Stop whining, she would say. Be happy with what you’ve got. I...
The following 5 pieces were finalists for our 1st TFW Poetry Contest, judged by Evie Shockley. Please click the above link for an audio recording...
By Brooklyn Payton Reflecting on the plethora of suggestive social justice images in conjunction with a continual meditative praxis on desired results of...
By Shama Nathan My friend and I sat on his back porch, slithering in the Caribbean heat. We sat in quietness, mostly slapping...
By Brianna Suslovic You took me to my first protest when I was in the first grade, Mom, a peaceful affair outside the federal...
By Sarah de Schweinitz The first thing I notice in this advertisement is the model’s closed eyes. She appears to be either sleeping...
By Stephanie Carter under his control sweet lullabies, he watches you dreaming. only so he can destroy them when you hit reality, as...