Editor’s Note
What does it mean to prize joy, to make it a personal discipline? How do we claim the kind of joy that creates a rupture for passage through all the horror and despair?
Rebellious Joy
How do we claim the kind of joy that creates a rupture for passage through all the horror and despair?
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Read“if I were some body, I would call new york” and other poems
and vomit all / my happy-hour alcohol / inside that earwaxed / manhole -
ReadNight Birds
Sirens wail all night on these streets / blanketed / (as in, humiliated) / by day’s hurried departure. -
ReadThe Long Slow Suck, the Murk and Ooze
Everything I need to hear / the slug churns out / in its stream of glitter -
ReadLittle House in the Big Pandemic
At night, when Laura lay awake on her memory foam mattress, she listened and could not hear anything at all. -
ReadProducts of a Revolution
In 1973 a black boy / was murdered on / my Mother’s birthday -
ReadRelated 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. -
Read“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 -
Read“Xenophobia” and other poems
I am quick to enter when you’re gone, freeze at your alarm. I gave up knocking long ago. -
ReadDear Memphis poems
Do you get jealous? / Here, I walk / sweatless in the sunlight / and no one tries / to fry an egg on the sidewalk. -
ReadReliable Supply
My fifteen dozen eggs––compulsive purchase of inherited scarcity––are delivered in blue cardboard honeycomb. -
ReadMatrilineage [Recovered]
I came / I was culled -
ReadFamily 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. -
ReadIf 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. -
ReadRebellious Joy Resource Guide
A companion guide of supplemental materials for Issue 13: Rebellious Joy -
ReadRest Begets Rest: An Essay
TSW Artist in Residence, Bianca Ng, writes a meditative inquiry into rest -
ReadRest Begets Rest: Community Postcards
TSW Artist in Residence, Bianca Ng, on creating the featured art for Issue 13: Rebellious Joy -
ReadAn Essay on Processing
TSW Art Director, Meg Sykes, on creating the featured image for Issue 13: Rebellious Joy
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Issue 12ReadBefore After
To deconstruct something is not to destroy it, but to understand how it was built, part by part; what can our new narratives teach us about the reality that’s been there all along? -
Issue 14ReadEconomies of Harm
What hard truths do you need to examine about our current systems so you can see yourself more expansively in your own honesty?