Vulnerability, Navigating the Digital Landscape, and Seeing Comedy as a Two-Way Street
A conversation with comedian James Tison
Rebellious Joy Resource Guide
A companion guide of supplemental materials for Issue 13: Rebellious Joy
If I Had Known Then That Casey and Rhian Were Both Terrible Pieces of Shit, Puberty Would Have Been Way More Fun
We’re all on the grassy patch of land east of Christ the King, our school, with our uniform plaid skirts hiked, wearing way too much lip-gloss and not enough deodorant.
Family House
When Mom called to tell me the news that Memito had died, I went to go fish out that old photo from what could barely be called a closet.
Matrilineage [Recovered]
I came / I was culled
Reliable Supply
My fifteen dozen eggs––compulsive purchase of inherited scarcity––are delivered in blue cardboard honeycomb.
Dear Memphis poems
Do you get jealous? / Here, I walk / sweatless in the sunlight / and no one tries / to fry an egg on the sidewalk.
“Xenophobia” and other poems
I am quick to enter when you’re gone, freeze at your alarm. I gave up knocking long ago.
“all dreaming as amputation” and other poems
on this shore, there is a body with an arm cut. / i fumble with the forsythia, that nudge of spring
Related to Rhythm: Three Poems
what power is in my hands / my hands be power, be power, / my power is in what hands, my what / is power in whose hands.
Art in the space of social issues
