White power is a body without a soul. Black subjugation is soul that cannot possess its rightful body. Continue reading
Category Archives: Issue: Art You Engaged
A Letter to the Editor About Dudes Grabbing Crotches in Greenville, North Carolina by Erin Sroka
Dear Sir, When I was nineteen, I told my creative writing professor what I wanted to write about in my next short story: the Halloween party where my friends and I were groped by anonymous hands in a very large crowd. Continue reading
The Feeling of Contingency by Petrina Crockford
This is my fight: to be nothing, to be everything, to listen. Continue reading
Even One Name is Too Many by Kristi Moos
There is nothing safe about being a writer. There is nothing safe about being an artist. Our art can only be as safe as we are, which is to say, never. Continue reading
(No) Rules of Engagement by Maya Sonenberg
A teacher once admonished me: Just write the damn story!
Why doesn’t this comfort me?
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Writing Dangerously by Ahsan Butt
A Muslim who does not practice or believe is generally regarded as safe. It is in the act of prayer that I become potentially dangerous. Continue reading
On Art and Engagement by Monica Lewis
Do not engage. Do not dispute. Do not contend. Do not alert the world that you too have a body that needs to breathe. Continue reading
Teenage Subversion: On the Link Between Ethics and Aesthetics by Rochelle Hurt
This film in question is Me and Earl and the Dying Girl, and its aesthetic failures seem to be a direct result of its ethical failures. Continue reading
A Future Anthropology by Autumn Brown
After reading my story, people often ask me if I see the nature of my characters’ problems as deeply related to our own in the here and now. The answer is a resounding yes. And in fact I see my story, like so much of visionary fiction, as a future anthropology. Continue reading
On Safety, Politics, and Art by Gabrielle Bellot
You must create what you think must be said, what you think should be done… Perhaps the best art takes on the world in some way, destroys it & recreates it, draws reader and writer alike closer to the complexity of the globe or even of that planet’s place in a far vaster universe of which we are specks on a pale blue dot, a dot near-invisible on the map of the cosmos. Continue reading
