Butterfingers are Revolutionary | by Athena Dixon

by Athena Dixon

Over the years I chastised myself for being naïve, for inviting him to stay the weekend. That second guessing is what stopped me from telling anyone and stopped me from reporting it to the campus police. I couldn’t be convinced I wouldn’t be blamed. And I think part of me was concerned the carefully constructed woman I was becoming would be undone.

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Show Me a Man | by Ona Wang

by Ona Wang

Show me a man who has never pushed when someone said no
Who has never covered up violence
Who has never sheltered an abuser
Who has never been so afraid to face the truth that he turned his back


Show me a man who has never made of someone soft, an inanimate thing
by ignoring voice
or choice
or humanity


Who has never seen a body as an object to own
Who has never …

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No One Special | by Tammie Wilson

by Tammie Wilson

He tapped into all of this. He also took his time to make me believe how special I was in his eyes. He didn’t sweep me off my feet. He was much more thorough than that. He invested praise, time, and money in me. He convinced me he loved me, and that anything he asked of me came from his love for me…

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Carpentry | by Alistair Forrester

by Alistair Forrester

[to listen to the author read his poetry, click Read More below]


He ripped me a new one.


As I stared into porcelain wails

His holy reflection guided me, gracefully,

To dissociation…

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