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Justice for All or None: A Note on This New Era and Possible Coalition

:– I was at The Women’s March on Washington. I did not wear a #pussyhat. I have since purchased a pussyhat, in pink, from a woman who’s donating proceeds from the hats to PBS and NPR. I will wear it with my #BlackLivesMatter and #LGBTQIA and #EqualRightsAmendment pins. –: I want all these newly energized liberal-or-progressive-mostly-white women to hear the skepticism we are getting from women of…

PoMoRed, 1/12/2016, Mt. Vernon, VA — ∴ Staff meeting this afternoon, but just this morning Dr. Cornell West was on Democracy Now reminding us to dig in and push, we became certain that #notmypresident’s cabinet is made of #robberbarons, Texas is set to force women who have abortions to pay for the burial/cremation of the remains, and #StandingRock is gearing up for a confrontation with…

Call for Submissions Split This Rock Poem of the Week

Call for Submissions Split This Rock Poem of the Week Open to Split This Rock Festival Attendees & Presenters Submit by June 19, 2016 We are now accepting submissions for Split This Rock’s Poem of the Week Series that publishes a contemporary poem online each week. Submit up to 3 poems via Submittable by June 19, 2016. Who Can Submit: This call is only open to poets who attended and/or presented…

From The Quarry & Split This Rock

Poem of the Week     Teri Ellen Cross Davis        Drought         — based on a New York Times photograph of a grieving mother during Sudan’s 2005 drought   When you were inside me I could feel you thrive your rounded kicks, my body your taut drum. Now I beat these breasts, betrayed by a landscape that wilts, a place where even tears won’t come. Your rounded kicks in my body’s taut drum why push,…

It’s not that we’re fat (tho many are), or a little less sharp of movement than East Coasters, or more uptight than West Coasters (tho many are), or more racist than either (tho many are) — it’s that we’re obsessed with weather. We go to Istanbul and talk about the weather. In CUNY’s  Lost & Found collection of poets writing on poetry or to each other, Baraka and Dorn exchange notes mostly on…

Phobic Homophobic. Transphobic. These words don’t make sense to me. We’ve used “homophobic” all my adult life, and the other day a co-worker use the term “transphobic” in conversation about yet-another screed on topics of how people should exist, which existences are acceptable or real or make sense. Must have been the relative “newness” of “transphobic” that struck me this time. Here’s my…