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 […]

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 […]
Queer Utopia It’s April. I watch you shoot arrowsfrom a smooth-carved cherrywood bow. The target is a rope gongwhose center keeps movingbecause of the breeze, and your arrowsbounce in the grass. We talkabout nothing, and […]
When Trump was elected, I worried how spending four years of their childhood living in a distorted, damaged reality would change my children. Then I remembered what my five-year-old daughter said just the day before: […]
As many Americans celebrate Independence Day, I’d like all of us to consider the Fourth of July speech, “The Meaning of July Fourth for the Negro,” delivered by abolitionist Frederick Douglass in 1852. Two Phoenicians […]
Gary Bowers is a Phoenix-based poet and portrait artist. His favorite style of poetry is acrostic, and he’s sketched as many locals as he has famous folks. When I decided to launch The Revolution (Relaunch) […]
The Long Before #MeToo project grew out of a student query in one of Dr. Pamela Stewart’s Fall 2016 women’s history courses on the Downtown Phoenix campus of Arizona State University. After reading Harriet Jacobs’ […]
Uncle No one wants to go there. We have to tread light, write the perversion with metaphors, pen how flowers were crushed by boots. We have to whisper our travesties to therapists, guard the ears […]
I first met Paula Cullison at a rally to protest the abortion bans threatening to sweep the nation. I was part of a small group of women standing up against the pro-life protestors who were […]