Collective Unrest

 

The Body Petition

December 6, 2018

The Body Petition is an ongoing series of digital drawings and paintings that address issues of health, self-esteem and the harassment of plus-sized bodies. Although it seems like society is making strides towards acceptance, in my everyday life/personal experience I have yet to have my plus-sized body be praised, loved, appreciated, or desired. This personal experience can be directly traced back to my location within a system of power relationships (body vs. politics; body vs. queerness; body vs. media). I started this series as a way to ignite a conversation about strength in the face of adversity, beauty and acceptance.

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Rudolph the Red

December 6, 2018

This work purports to be fiction.   Once upon a time, I worked for the Washington, D.C., bureau of the Associated Press, covering the House of Representatives. But that was before the House Un-American Activities Committee declared war on Christmas and I wound up as collateral damage. It all started on December 7, 1955. The sky above Washington, D.C., was overcast, the weather surprisingly humid and muggy for the pre-holiday season. The second hand of the clock on the rear wall of the marble-paneled hearing room where HUAC held its hearings swept past 10 a.m. France Walter, the jowly, crusty, Red-baiting chairman of the committee, pounded his gavel. Conversations in the packed hearing room wound down, although not as quickly as the chairman would have liked.

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Esperanzado

December 6, 2018

She is lavender and daffodils finding strength in their stems on a day that the wind has heavy breath. She is an intermediary between generations weaving songs into patterns of light and spreading hymns through a stained-glass window. She is nopales, sweet or sour, tender, protecting and regulating.

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Disparity

December 6, 2018

Originally published in The Moon Magazine, 2017 We only honor the greediest-- Carnegie, Rockefeller, Trump, Hearst-- and never speak of more humble chiefs who chose to pay themselves less than a thousand times their workers rate.

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Got My Ladder

November 28, 2018

I’d get the ladder, my dad said. Take it out of the garage, pull it past the garbage cans, through the gate, lean it against the front of the house, by the roses. Pack a picnic, fill the cooler with beer, you kids could drink as many as you like. Maybe some Champaign. Like on New Year’s, he said.

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survivor

November 28, 2018

TW for sexual assault I never thought of myself as a survivor / just in the wrong place at the wrong time / don’t get in an elevator with someone who makes you uncomfortable, just take the stairs his first kiss, my first sexual assault / go home smelling like the teenager I never was / like ferment, like July, like sin / my doctor asks if I’m sexually active and I say no / she says I didn’t think so / I didn’t think so either

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would

November 21, 2018

Click the link below to read "Would," a poem by Karen Shepherd

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CRI DE COEUR

November 21, 2018

I’m tired of all those old white men in Washington, and I’m tired of hoping things will change, tired of empty promises that all will work out well in the end. I’m ready for some non-violent action, and the only arms I want to see are those stretched out in love to welcome refugees, immigrants, and one another.

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for the girls

November 21, 2018

TW for sexual assault and rape   this poem is for the girls who get called “too political” for being feminists. this poem is for the girls whose “no’s” wilt fast, who memorize dark satin pillowcase against cheek and the marks on bedroom ceilings.

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Westward

November 21, 2018

Click the link below to read "Westward," a poem by Brennan DeFrisco

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