Cities are ablaze,ablaze with shame,babies born into skinmade wrong, sorekeening for theirmothers, sisters ofliberty done crying,wring our woesto their rhythm. Cities are ablaze,ablaze with shame,throats ripped inbroad daylight ona busy city street,sisters of libertydone crying,wring […]
Trina Robbins is an icon. After all, she was the first woman to illustrate Wonder Woman, but like so many aspiring artists, she started her mega-career as a mere zinester. In the late 60s, Trina […]
Ken and I have been friends for two years. We usually meet up for a yoga class or cocktails where we dive into and complain about work in the service industry and our most recent […]
“Breathe Keep breathing I can’t do this Alone”— Thomas Edward Yorke Keep exhaling, let the pen,marker black, scratching outwords on the page be yourvoz. With each erasuremi compañera tu siemprestar skyward while recreatingbreaths, clouds once […]
Founded in 1849, The Lily is considered the first feminist paper run entirely for and by women. Though it began as a community-based temperance journal (i.e. zine), within a few years, thanks to both the […]
We’ve all been consuming a considerable amount of media that references the tension between black men and white women—from white women’s co-opting of the Black Lives Matter movement, presumably in an attempt to appear woke, […]
always, something deserves to be burned…~ from “Not an Elegy for Mike Brown” by Danez Smith I may not have understood the significance of phrases like white hate and generational racism when I was a […]
Translator’s Note: These poetic excerpts come from Elena Salamanca’s book Landsmoder, which was written for a performance she staged in 2011 where, dressed like a “president’s wife,” she mounted a national monument in San Salvador […]
As we commemorate the first anniversary of The Revolution (Relaunch), it’s worth remembering its tangled history of racism. Throughout its existence, The Revolution was the mouthpiece for Susan B. Anthony and Elizabeth Cady Stanton’s view […]
Dark Matter the townsfolk sing we shall overcomewhile hope bleeds slowly from my mouth—Lucille Clifton, “jasper texas 1998” Another black man was shot last week,his life a toll in the streets. People pitched hope with […]
