There will always be departure between us,
you, the mirage, a feral dog hunting
for water in the desert.
I, the patriarch of a horde of slaves
in search of a million masculinities.
by Lucinda Marshall
by Rene Denfeld
What we do matters. We all have strengths to bring to the table. For some it might be art, for others protest, some of us go micro and others go big. There is no hierarchy when it comes to activism.
by Brent Terry
It was the year of weird food and devastation.
The dancehalls were torched, poets kicked apart,
verses left to bleed out in the bushes.
by Beth Couture & Renée E. D’Aoust
This isn't how it should be. And I'll fight for how it should be, for how it will one day be. Because there's no other choice. Right now I'm grieving, and I feel there's no other choice but that either. I'm so grateful you're with me in the fighting, in the grieving.
by Jess Burnquist
My love and I sing a dual song,
Three dits, three dahs, three dits
Into the space where sky and water meet
Or to one another in the brush, our cupped nest.