by Louis Faber
Look at this picture carefully.
They fill the streets, singing
carrying signs, demanding freedom
Read More »by Louis Faber
Look at this picture carefully.
They fill the streets, singing
carrying signs, demanding freedom
Read More »by Paul Hostovsky
It’s the almost that I love
about a gray day
like today. In weather
like this, I almost
Read More »by Ann E. Michael
In the months that are now
after
the numb mourning,
wanting nothing
no blooms, no brights,
no bourgeoning
or nourishment,
Without community, there is no liberation
[…]
For the master’s tools will never dismantle the master’s house. They
may allow us temporarily to beat him at his own game, but they will never
enable us to bring about genuine change.
– Audre Lorde, The Master’s Tools Will Never Dismantle the Master’s House
Read More »This is precisely the time when artists go to work. There is no time for despair, no place for self-pity, no need for silence, no room for fear. We speak, we write, we do language. That is how civilizations heal.
– Toni Morrison, No Place for Self-Pity, No Room for Fear (via The Nation)
Read More »Submissions to our webzine have officially reopened!
We invite you to send us your contribution to our theme call From grief to resilience, from joy to resistance in the form of writing, visual art, music or basically anything up until March 30 2026.
We made a few changes to our submission guidelines, so please read them carefully here before sending us your work.
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Read More »by Haley Young
“It’s just that you don’t seem that adventurous,” said an acquaintance when I told her about our plans to move into a converted camper van.
I smiled. She wasn’t wrong about my personality. She was wrong in her assumption that living on the road demands the highest level of adventurous spirit. Two years into travelling full time, I’m more of a homebody than ever.
I just take my house with me.
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