When Tiffany White tells kids to reach for the skies, she means it. As a professional falconer — yes, that’s a thing — she and her raptors protect our food supply from pests while reducing […]
Dreaming Ourselves Free of the Trump Regime
I.I wash up on the shore. Trump has been chasing me all night, and I am bone tired. Surely he will not follow me on land, I think to myself, but he does. I flee […]
Excerpt from The Revolution, Vol. 2, No. 15, 1868
Introduction to the Excerpt The Reconstruction period marked a time of intense social change in the post-Civil War United States. One of the many changes was that (white) women began to advocate for the right […]
Punk Boy
I still see him in cigarette-burned photographs,his hair a messy tuft of Medusa locks,streaked red, black, and green,his coke-rimmed glasses duct-tapedafter an elbow to the face at a punk show.I still see him glossy-eyed,lingering outside […]
The Line
Hot. Too hot. I wiped the sweat from my face with a bandana already soaked with sweat. My brain didn’t want to function. I’d slept poorly. To be honest, since I’d been on the line […]
Squatting as Civil Disobedience
Despite there being an estimated one billion squatters worldwide (Neuwirth, 2004), Kesia Reeve has argued that “squatting is largely absent from policy and academic debate and is rarely conceptualised, as a problem, as a symptom, […]
Strange Fruit
for Abel Meeropol and Billie Holiday No one will hang you with a noose tonight,Either of sisal, hemp, or the chord of Southern steel. But falling on the narrowing alleys of your freedom,The Freudian slip […]
Refugee
I was a stranger and you welcomed me. To those with ears: a crisis looms— the sojourner is at the door of our strange land. Desperate, hopeful, hungry, tired, the least of these lie down […]
Ectoplasmic Nervousness: Mediumship and Medicine
Sarah Turner was a devout Christian, a widowed mother, and a woman removed from her Rhode Island community because of a chronic illness. Sarah Turner also had visions. In her 1841 memoir, Turner writes that […]
I Heard You, Did You Hear You?
Stripping my shoes off, I got behind the airport security line to go through the full body scanner. I looked around at the bins to my right, my Macbook alone in its plastic gray bin. […]
