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Feminism and Fall for the Book: the inside scoop on feminist authors and events at the annual festival
Fall is fast approaching, which means our campus is getting ready for its annual literary event—the Fall for the Book festival! We are not only excited for the panels, readings,
Litany for the Displaced
“What does it mean to be like a rhizome? It means to be without roots, a deserted plant drifting in the desert. In Arabic, to be told you have no
Review: Brynne Rebele-Henry’s “Autobiography of a Wound”
Nineteen-year-old Brynne Rebele-Henry has made a name for herself in the literary world, since her first book, Fleshgraphs, was published in 2016. Now, her second book, winner of the 2017
Dreamers I
The streets of Oklahoma were pitch-dark, I thought the power was gone. How come these gringos don’t use light poles? I asked. Saturday at noon. Panic had new meaning. How
This is what war does—
This is what war does— to women— makes them warriors— cuts their breasts stops the gushing of their wombs— changes their nails to bayonets— Their ocean stops the waves Their
Which Love? Which Body?
Which Love? I knew the tongue but not the weight of the words. I learned that love—so heavy where I come from it must be solemnized by vows
Necessary Ingredients 1-2-3
Artist Statement: Sinejan Kılıç Buchina has for the last several years been exhaustively working on a series focused on time, material growth and social diaspora. Her practice relies on her
Soy Güera
Mi corazon, an ivory-veined granite rock tossed into the Rio Grande moons ago. I want to float up, pierce the muddied waters like a machete and fight for what’s right;
Riverbend
There are hidden pieces of bone in my mother’s breath: she spat out fragments of history for her children to augur. The mystery of my childhood loomed in her silence:
The Inside Scoop on So to Speak’s Spring 2019 Contest
Are you planning on submitting to So to Speak’s annual contest for poetry, fiction, nonfiction, and visual art? If not, you should be! Our staff and judges are excited to
I’m Not Outraged, But If I Were…
I was in the produce section of the Centreville Harris Teeter when a man in a stained white tank top came up to my boyfriend and me. He squinted at