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What Was Lost When My Daughter Gained Sound

Before my daughter’s surgery, I wanted to make the right choice

Apr 2 - Christie Chapman

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Instructions for Repairing a Robot Black Boy

For my whole life, people have seemed too fleshy. I don’t understand how they can feel so deeply

Mar 26 - Martheaus Perkins

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I Can’t Make Narrative Sense of My Mother Losing Her Memory

How do I make it into story, this unraveling mind, while I’m still disappearing in front of it?

Mar 19 - Veronica Vo

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I Was Never the Kind of Indian Girl That Indian Guys Liked

We were giddy with our luck at having found each other after years of meeting people who weren’t right

Mar 12 - Kalpana Narayanan

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Masking My Autism Made Me Sick

The rules dictated that I hide not only my sensitivity but my essential being in the world

Mar 5 - Sarah Jane Cody

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I Wanted My Fiancé to Fight the Racist Men Who Harassed Me

His instinct was to get me out of there instead, and I never forgave him for it

Feb 26 - Savala Nolan

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Attempting to Garden My Way Out of Sadness

I didn’t know why I was doing it at the time, but something had short-circuited inside me and I now lived for these plants

Feb 19 - Geetha Iyer

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Poetry Reminds Me of the Holes in My Memory

Cease, seize, seizure, caesura: These are words I want to use when trying to describe the blank spaces within a line, a night, a life

Feb 12 - Victoria Kornick

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Nobody Walks in LA, but I Was Radicalized on Its Streets

I thought the activism I wanted to be a part of was more powerful in Washington D.C. or Oakland, but L.A. kept pulling me back

Feb 5 - Tanzila Ahmed

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Menopause, Writer’s Block, and Being a Late Bloomer

I’m supposed to believe my womanhood is ending but instead, I have been handed a new beginning

Jan 29 - Roxane Gay

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Studying Obituaries So I Can Write My Mother’s

An obit’s very form announces its most important news. This first, crucial piece of information is already redundant

Jan 22 - Robin Arble

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Surviving My Assault Means Understanding Where, and Who, I Come From

I wish I could give back my blood and start over as someone who didn’t inherit sexual violence

Jan 15 - Torie Rose Wiley

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What Was Lost When My Daughter Gained Sound

Instructions for Repairing a Robot Black Boy

I Can’t Make Narrative Sense of My Mother Losing Her Memory

I Was Never the Kind of Indian Girl That Indian Guys Liked

Masking My Autism Made Me Sick

I Wanted My Fiancé to Fight the Racist Men Who Harassed Me

Attempting to Garden My Way Out of Sadness

Poetry Reminds Me of the Holes in My Memory

Nobody Walks in LA, but I Was Radicalized on Its Streets

Menopause, Writer’s Block, and Being a Late Bloomer

Studying Obituaries So I Can Write My Mother’s

Surviving My Assault Means Understanding Where, and Who, I Come From

What Was Lost When My Daughter Gained Sound

Instructions for Repairing a Robot Black Boy

I Can’t Make Narrative Sense of My Mother Losing Her Memory

I Was Never the Kind of Indian Girl That Indian Guys Liked

Masking My Autism Made Me Sick

I Wanted My Fiancé to Fight the Racist Men Who Harassed Me

Attempting to Garden My Way Out of Sadness

Poetry Reminds Me of the Holes in My Memory

Nobody Walks in LA, but I Was Radicalized on Its Streets

Menopause, Writer’s Block, and Being a Late Bloomer

Studying Obituaries So I Can Write My Mother’s

Surviving My Assault Means Understanding Where, and Who, I Come From

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