Creativity is non-acceptance, wonder, rebellion
This poem, originally posted on RedWedge, is a creative, cutting look at US Black confidence and desire amidst struggle by Crystal Stella Becerril i. black on black on Black on Timbs; an interruption – no, an intervention. a reminder to the Columbus-ing ass fuckboys (and girls) that they still here. reminder to the survivors, the... Continue Reading →
I dreamt I saw an eye, a pretty eye, In your hands, Glittering, wet and sickening; Like a dull onyx set in a crown of thorns, I did not know you were dead when you dropped it in my lap. what horrors of human sacrifice Have you seen, executioner? What agonies of tortured men Who... Continue Reading →
...or just photographing life. Lori L. Simpson describes herself as a "writer, artist, proud Texas native and human being- who happens to have disabilities". For now, Simpson is living in an assisted living centre.
“Rebel children, I urge you, fight the turgid slick of conformity with which they seek to smother your glory.” ― Russell Brand “There are no norms. All people are exceptions to a rule that doesn’t exist.” ― Fernando Pessoa Drawing by Leunig.
Olka Baldeh dedicated this poem to Orange Face. She's calling her series of poems "Love Letters to Donald Trump".
There's something super intimate - politically intimate- about watching people speak their own poems, seeing the face and feelings that go with the piece of soul and struggle contained in the words. Beck Cooper - Alone in a Bathroom Vernell Bristow - Kalgo Tree Jenesis Fonseca - "The Way to a Woman's Heart"
"We're not people, we're brands. And I don't know how that happened."
I am sorry this world could not keep you safe..
It's good to write for money, It's the only way to go, Forget starving in the attic. Who can afford attic anyhow? Let me prostitute my talents -be a martyr for the arts - 'Cause without the lovely greenbacks I'll just be another tart … Hawking rhythm up at King's Cross, Flogging poems and rhymes... Continue Reading →
Jacky Green wants people to know what the big mining companies are getting away with on his land - land that's far away from the eyes of the mainstream media and the dominant methods of communication. And that's how his art becomes resistance and gives voice to an unvoiced people and to a cause. Mining in... Continue Reading →
The following story is a wonderful example of a resistance vignette. I've translated it from Spanish. From a letter thrown on the table, a line extracts itself and runs along the pinewood then goes down a leg. If you look closely, you can see the line continue along the hardwood floor, climb the wall, enter... Continue Reading →
we've charted the flaming arch of nitroglycerine stars dreams that explode against reality seen dragons emerge from clouds of tear gas and men in shades of midnight run away the Street muscle down skyscrapers in cities perspiring chaos heard the Square speak clear as dawn etching the scaffolds of what may come come what may... Continue Reading →
Past sick sadistic tyrants made each victim dig their grave, Mowed them down without mercy, in wave after wave. But now heat is the trigger set for the many by the few Will you be ready when the climate comes for you? In Karachi they’ll be ready when the tide of death rolls in When... Continue Reading →
This is for the fat girls This is for the little brothers This is for the schoolyard wimps and the childhood bullies that tormented them For the former prom queen and for the milk crate ball players For the nighttime cereal eaters And for the retired elderly Walmart store front door greeters Shake the dust... Continue Reading →
There is a magical relationship between writers that have never met. It has something to do with shared experience and solidarity and a common cause, and what happens when poetic minds join. Toni Morrison captured one such relationship so perfectly, in this tiny story: Two-Minute Seduction I took my heart out and gave it to... Continue Reading →
Marcus' photos of destruction wrought by right wing violence in Venezuela 2014, of the rain-soaked and bright-eyed supporters at Chavez's last election rally in 2013, of the kids of the alternative school, are beautiful because they defy the media stereotypes of what these moments, events, and experiences are like. The kids are empowered, rather than receivers... Continue Reading →
What do you think? By Meek Art or not? By Michael Aaron Williams Some people would probably notice this artwork portraying homeless people before they would notice real homeless people. Maybe that's because the art has a message, but aren't homeless people themselves a pretty serious comment on society?
From the just published collection of poems Ina Kwana, by Uma Samari
This is one of Brenna Twohy's shorter poems, honest and confronting and for basic female dignity, as always. I, too have loved men who named my mouth ashtray, mistook me for a place to leave burning things when they were done.
The Joys of Motherhood - FreeQuency "...who will see criminal before child... I can't take it for granted that they won't kill my son... there's something about being Black in America that has made motherhood sound like mourning ..." Used - Shelby Birch "He called me a queen and I blushed, but it wasn't because... Continue Reading →
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