Collective Unrest

 

I Remember

May 21, 2020

I wore brown boots that night.

I remember ice cubes clanking
In one burnt-umber glass
Clutched inside your grasp

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Four Poems by Lauren Villa

February 26, 2020

YOU NEEDED TO STAY The first time I heard how my father came to the United States It was snowing and I drank tea and watched the sky open with blue 

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Four Poems by Tara Stringfellow

February 3, 2020

Origins originally published in Apogee Journal, August 2016 Once in Atlantic City, after she couldn’t take it any longer, she picked up a bottle and sprayed mustard all over his shirt like silly string. He laughed a high, unsettling laugh in response. Shoved popcorn in his mouth and walking earshot behind her said she really must be a no name nigga from the North Memphis projects if she think she gon get anywhere with three babies no degree and a black face. People on the boardwalk didn’t know what to make of it. Some laughed. Pointed. Cupped hands over mouths…

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10 rules for them to build the weapon

January 8, 2020

1. you have to be at war.2. if no war exists, convince someone to hold a gun and point.3. if in state of absolute                    emergency          tell the gun to fire.4. building the weapon requires constant distraction. 5. the best generals understand            distraction                        can be manufactured6. tell every person            whose finger            hasn’t tickled a trigger                        about that feeling. 7. count on feelings overtaking logic                        in times of challenge. 8. answer every question about                      the weapon           with proclamation     of necessity. 9. if constituents are still unconvinced,            submit fallacious history                        in place of reality 10. when the weapon is finished,            it doesn’t matter where it points,                        you already think you have…

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Stoat

December 6, 2019

It's not the tongueyou think about at such timesbut the dialect,how “drool” and “savor” soundpushed against the roofof the mouth, the wallof the alley   Robert Beveridge (he/him) makes noise (xterminal.bandcamp.com) and writes poetry in Akron, OH. Recent/upcoming appearances in The Virginia Normal, Credo Espoir, and Chiron Review, among others.

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Let me tell you something, sweetheart, Or, Dear capitalist

November 20, 2019

It’s not a secret that this doesn't end well or doesn't end at all until everything does even the orioles and the salamanders and the making of rice cakes and cobwebs and love or that half of us are being starved while the other half are fed for the slaughter, I mean distraction, I mean— That work has never freed anyone, but keeps cranking out blueprints and laws to fill prisons with cheap labour, by which I mean disposable, Pass the corn chips That a depressed queer broad falling out of her time makes hardly any noise, but is heard…

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I Want A Nerdy Girl For President

November 11, 2019

Before Elizabeth Warren declared her 2020 candidacy, Laura, my best friend from childhood, and I agreed that she shouldn’t. It wasn’t that we didn’t like her—Laura lives in Boston and campaigned for her first senate race long before she hit the national stage. It was the feeling that she couldn’t win, and that her seeing her ripped apart by the media and by people we knew would hurt too much. We didn’t want to get our hopes up. Months later, when I visited her, we took a photograph wearing matching shirts with the now-famous slogan, “Warren Has A Plan For That.” It was too late, we knew. Our hopes were up.

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The Battle of Pioneer Place

October 23, 2019

I. Protesters hurl organic tomatoes and craft IPA bottles at riot police. Several protesters hold their young aloft, miming the Lion King. They wear furry ears and black bandanas and Guy Fawkes masks dipped in rainbow paint. One protester has stripped nude, painted himself like the Blue Man group, beating a drum in 4/4 time, mirroring the waves of What do we want? andWhen do we want it?. Riot police hold ranks as 3D printed Banksy stencils are slapped on their shields, spray-paint applied, lawyers on standby to give the copyright greenlight. A posse of protesters with pink batons assault the Banksy…

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Their/violence/Us

October 16, 2019

Woke up to the news that the tipi had burnt down.   No, that’s not correct.   That isn’t what happened.   Woke up to the news that the tipi had been burnt down.

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