Collective Unrest

 

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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Pink Star

October 9, 2019

Dear Shaj Guess what? I am number one in English. Ok. So I am not really number one. But I am almost number one. I came number 12 in the exam. Are you proud of me? I know you are proud of me. I will write again soon. Love Ahu

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Hi-Tech Silencing

October 2, 2019

Remembering the murder of journalist Jamal Khashoggi October 2, 2019   a syringe needle jabbed through his white cotton thobe and the screaming stops, his thrashing body quiets down, a blade whirls and four fingers drop, are caught in a Ziploc bag then the thumb, the rest of the hand, in another bag the wrist and beyond, the blade slicing muscle and bone the chest still breathing gently a forensic expert and his elite Saudi team at work the hi-speed buzzing blocked by headsets streaming gorgeous music, a tremendous refinement over the Inquisitor’s wrack that crude device for fraying muscle…

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The Sun Begins to Emerge

October 2, 2019

First, there were men who piled stones along the seashore to honor a brother fallen. Then, there were men who told stories and listeners learned the stories, preserving and circulating their contents.

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At a Wholesale Retail Store

September 25, 2019

I place my receipt in the receipt-checker’s outstretched left palm at the store exit. She grips my shopping cart firmly with her right hand and starts tallying the lines on the paper slip to the many boxes and packages I’ve purchased.   Frown lines appear on her smooth, white forehead. She looks at me, head to toe, before counting the items again. I wish I’d worn cleaner shoes and combed my hair into a tidy ponytail — I’ve come straight after mowing the lawn because the store closes early on Sundays.  Her shapely left eyebrow arches up toward her hairline. Any higher…

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Three Poems by Danyal Kim

September 25, 2019

The American Muslim Wife Ayesha used to talk fondly of her parents: her father from the West Indies who kept a house full of exotic birds in blueberry and mango plumage living room a cacophony of caw caws serving fried plantains in the evenings the retreating sun a brief respite from the Texan summer days.           Her mother who converted to Islam in honor of her ancestors forced to worship the white man’s God. She learned to greet with Assalamu Alaykum recited Qur’an as she held her arms old language of faith unearthed from beneath stone, beneath wood, the adhaan arises from the grass…

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two donkeys and a goat

September 11, 2019

women are worth so much; come with so much everyone knows the hero gets the girl, gets the dowry two donkeys and a goat and a warm wet place to bury

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