“I want to be a part of the private rally the techno-politics, the avatars of rage and I feel the rage in me”Read More
You swipe and swipe so effortlessly, only seeing our looks and the potential of our bodies, pure ecstasy.Read More
words and photography by jill desmarais Any Time of Day I’m suddenly melting into sleep.In the morning the highway isSoaked with my tears from last night. I stumble into the bathroom.I’m in the limelight again, wanting to be aGirl who is unrepeatable. In the afternoon my slushie is liquid by theTime I reach the canyon.I…Read More
How am I supposed to grow after loving someone? We would break ties and act as though we’d never see each other again; how cruel.Read More
I’m not trying to compare which skin is better but understand, we are not the same.Read More
they say when a system fails, it’s as if there are termites in a house eating away at itRead More
Rage. Is what we face. Daily.
But you bring us down, because you think it’s okay, and that we’re crazy.
The bittersweet feeling of realizing you are at the end of something but have not quite enjoyed the journey to get there.Read More
A collection of poetry and artwork by dorcas marfo, a freelance multimedia journalist.Read More
(Potawatomi word for the force that guides the arrival of a mushroom overnight)Read More