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Learn the word ennui. Resolve to do something meaningful with your life. Do something selfish and stupid instead. Go to prison.
By Steven StamponeMarch 2020Are you thirsty? Do you like to drink water? Are you from a generation that thinks it’s OK to drink water out of single-use plastic bottles? Then the world works for you!
By Daniel UncapherMarch 2020Generation Z, my daughter’s generation, is the most racially mixed and most diverse, and they are the worst nightmare of the old white supremacists.
By Thacher SchmidMarch 2020February 2020Racism and homophobia are real conditions of all our lives in this place and time. I urge each one of us here to reach down into that deep place of knowledge inside herself and touch that terror and loathing of any difference that lives here. See whose face it wears.
Audre Lorde
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February 2020Facing the police, facing your parents, facing the truth
By Our ReadersFebruary 2020I did not seem to be walking on the earth. There were no people or even animals around, but every flower, every bush, every tree seemed to wear a halo. There was a light emanation around everything and flecks of gold fell like slanted rain through the air.
By Peace PilgrimFebruary 2020late into california’s indian summer you climb / onto your father’s back wrap your arms around his neck / and slide into the depths of your grandmother’s / pool
By Brionne JanaeFebruary 2020a woman walked up and asked how / the young black poet the month before / could shake with such anger during / his reading. Is it really / that bad? It can’t be that bad, / can it?
By Gary JacksonFebruary 2020I got the call around 2 AM. I’m surprised I even picked up. “Can you come in?” the voice said. I couldn’t say no. So here I am. Bedside. Hands folded. Lots of silence. Lots of time. Nothing to do but think.
By Robert Brian MulderFebruary 2020Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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