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LETTER FROM THE EDITOR

POETRY

7th Week Abortion by Sarah Morrison

Invisible Directors Are Always Shouting by Todd Dillard

Unfinished Painting by Adrian Silbernagel

Oracle by Sandra Yannone

Breastsong by Sandra Yannone

Imperator Visits the Ocean by Kristian Macaron

What Final Girls Know by Stephanie Parent

FICTION

A T.P. Soliloquy by Tracy Stamper

Security Questions by Steve Gergley

The Children's Children by Steven Carr

Mimi the Thinker by Rex Caleval

Tiny Bomb by Janet Steen

Green Shield by Drew Alexander Ross

There are a lot of reasons why I write. I could say it’s always been a dream (which is true), or for some grandiose idea that might equally be true, but it’s not. Not the main reason anyway. I write for the ancestors, for their story to be heard, to give a voice to those who cannot speak for themselves. For my current existence to be heard. Words are my way to do that, to share who I am and what I am proud of. For a long time, I did not trust my voice. Nikki Giovanni and most other writers have said time and time again that all writers must trust their voices, and for a long time, I allowed that fear of really being seen to be in the forefront of my mind, despite the power in my words, despite what I knew I had inside of me. I am my ancestors’ wildest dreams. I am not working under anyone else’s faculties without a choice. I am free. I just hope to make them proud.

White Lies

Things that scare ytpipo and/or police

Black Hands Pick Cotton in 2019

This is not Victimhood

And the Cycle Continues