Xeitgeist

  trust in authority has melted into a bead of sweat that settles in the crevice of a brow bruised blue and Black with brutality and vanishes in the flash of a policeman’s baton dripping in technicolor cartoon print and imagined heroism armed with weapons, ego and righteousness.   reptilian shape shifters slither less convincingly along…

Diversity in a Virtual Universe

There were two occasions in high school where I was received an invitation to a party – both being last minute pity offerings via Facebook Events. I appreciated the inclusion nonetheless, and also, the fact that they were costume parties. Although the idea of social shindigs themselves instilled me with a great deal of anxiety,…

An Open Life

I had been foolish, once again, to let my heart be torn open by men. My mother had warned me about this once. Strict, autocratic, with a tinge of neuroticism dyed into her every nerve, she had ruled over my household with an iron fist. No wonder – she had escaped communist China with her…

Transition

God, I hate change. There is just something inside of me that clenches whenever the word is mentioned. I get this mental image of myself as a small child throwing myself face down on the carpet, beating my fists and screaming. And yet, there is an equal part of myself that firmly believes that change…

One Message, Many Voices: The Women’s March

By RACHEL BOLTON Everyone has seen the photos and videos. Thousands of people in cities all over the world, standing up for what they believe in. The sheer number who participated is overwhelming. Even weeks after it happened, the Women’s March is still being talked about. Maybe you were one of the protesters, or you…