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CONSTELLATIONS REARRANGE THEMSELVES INTO A PROTEST SIGN

Every uprising has
the universe
on their side.

That's not a horizon.
That's the earth
drawing the line.

-Andrea Gibson in You Better Be Lightning #poetry
January 27, 2026 at 11:01 PM
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January 24, 2026 at 12:13 AM
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Oh, no! We didn't get enough submissions for a full issue. So, we're leaving submissions open until Feb 25. Send us your work on the theme of "repair."

Open to racially and ethnically marginalized, gender variant, and disabled creatives only.

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January 25, 2026 at 9:48 PM
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Recently, when I encounter something I don't know, I'm trying not to pull out my phone and look it up. Feeling certain all the time has terrible consequences for art.

-- Ross White
January 26, 2026 at 2:53 PM
I hang crucified on
every tear
Of your flood of
tears.
Now there is
nothing left to
forgive.

-Vladimir Mayakovsky from "A Cloud of Trousers"
January 26, 2026 at 4:32 PM
Dying
Is an art, like everything else.
I do it exceptionally well.

I do it so it feels like hell.
I do it so it feels real.
I guess you could say I've a call.

It's easy enough to do it in a cell.
It's easy enough to do it and stay put.
It's the theatrical

From "Lady Lazarus" by Sylvia Plath
January 26, 2026 at 4:26 PM
She'd find a hidden meaning
in every pair of pants,
then hurry home to be alone
and write about romance.

-From "Impeccable Conception" by Maya Angelou
January 26, 2026 at 4:22 PM
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom

-From the "Caged Bird" by Maya Angelou
January 26, 2026 at 4:16 PM