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Review and Interview: Alison Evans on Science Fiction and Gender Identity in “Ida”
Alison Evans’s novel Ida has been shortlisted for the 2018 Victorian Premier’s Literary Award for best young adult novel, and by all considerations it deserves to win. Ida is a
A Burst of Butterflies
The veil of ignorance can prevent us from knowing who we are. But we owe it to ourselves to explore our potential and seize our power. This is especially true
Review: Victoria Chang’s “Barbie Chang” Lends Finely-Crafted, Poignant Voice to Life, Love, and Loss
It is an honor to have Victoria Chang as the poetry judge for So to Speak’s annual contest issue, which is currently open for contest submissions, from October 15th to December
The Identity that Immigration Built
We are pleased to announce that the So to Speak Blog’s Immigration Limited Series is now open for submissions. Please read our submission guidelines and submit your pieces on Submittable. To
100 Lies
(“Just remember: what you’re seeing and what you’re reading is not what’s happening.” Donald J. Trump) 1. The sun continues to rise in the west, just as it always
The #MeToo Movement and the Future
When the #MeToo movement achieved mainstream visibility and global reach last year, the entire team of So to Speak wanted to be a supportive and active part of the campaign. Our
#MeToo. Now What? | Jenny Fan Raj
How might we turn a hashtag into lasting social change? The revelations keep coming, descriptions of sexual harassment and assault both disgusting and horrifyingly familiar. Amid the ongoing maelstrom
FAULT(S) | Sam Deges
I still remember my lessons. I don’t have enough earthquake to break apart these fault lies, shake off the charm school quiet. The first time I told my parents
The Modern Farmer | Laura Allen
Oh father how you crowd so close in this cold barn. How you sweat at fences and your breaking ice for horses.
Grab Her by the Heart, Not the Hula Skirt | Chelsea Adams
The driver’s gaze waits in anticipation for it. We look away. We speak for the one who has no voice. The hula dancer bobbles on the dash of
It’s the Little Things | Bev Fesharaki
My nickname, scrawled on the picture of a naked woman on her knees. The shame. Little things. It’s the chubby fourth grade boy who hollered “fat four eyes”.
Museum Girl | Caralyn Roeper
A taxidermist, he fills my body With stiffening thoughts To keep me from running away.