Collective Unrest

 

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September 19, 2018

45 by Allie Marini

Allie Marini is a cross-genre writer holding degrees from both Antioch University of Los Angeles & New College of Florida. She has published a number of chapbooks, including Pictures from the Center of The Universe (Paper Nautilus, winner of the Vella Prize) and Southern Cryptozoology: A Field Guide to Beasts of the Southern Wild (Hyacinth Girl Press, finalist for the SFPA’s Elgin Award) In addition to her work on the page, Allie was a member of Oakland’s 2017 National Slam Team. A native Floridian now freezing to death in the Bay Area, Allie writes poetry, fiction, and essays. Find her online: www.alliemarini.com.

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How to Write a Headline Without Telling the Whole Story

Please click below to read Allie Marini's poem, "How to Write a Headline Without Telling the Whole Story," which was written using a newspaper headline where an unarmed civilian was killed by police (2015). How to Write a Headline Without…
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