We are reopening our submissions by inviting you to send us your thoughts in the form of writing or visual art or basically anything, on the theme of humanity.
Read More »Song of the Week, #13 & #14
… songs for the current grief.
— Lowkey feat. Mai Khalil – Palestine Will Never Die
— Cairokee – Telk Qadeya, كايروكي – تلك قضية
We have added many songs to our 2023 Highlights playlist since our last #songoftheweek post! Check them all out here.
What’s your song of the week/month/year?
2 poems
3 scenes
Quote of the Week, #15
I was going to die, if not sooner then later, whether or not I had even spoken myself. My silences had not protected me. Your silences will not protect you. …
What are the words you do not yet have? What do you need to say? What are the tyrannies you swallow day by day and attempt to make your own, until you will sicken and die of them, still in silence? …
And of course I am afraid, because the transformation of silence into language and action is an act of self-revelation, and that always seems fraught with danger. …
We can learn to work and speak when we are afraid in the same way we have learned to work and speak when we are tired. For we have been socialized to respect fear more than our own needs for language and definition, and while we wait in silence for that final luxury of fearlessness, the weight of that silence will choke us.
– Audre Lorde, The Transformation of Silence into Language and Action (as found in the book Sister Outsider)
2 poems
by Solape Adetutu Adeyemi
I think my wings may mend hereRead More »
And maybe I could learn to fly again
Well, sometimes…
by L. A. Ballesteros Gentile
There’s so much in it—the word sometimes: nostalgia and yearning and tenderness and regret… And so simple, too, so obvious: two four-letter words past the stage of hyphenation that portmanteaus often travel in fright.
Read More »Madrid & Porto
Ode on forgetting
by Pulkita Anand
I thought to tell something importantRead More »
Then suddenly, I started groping
Walk Away
by Megan Diedericks
the wind swept up
the memories twirling in my head:
it spun out of control, and dropped
when i stopped
next to it.

