Why care so much for someone who hasn’t done the same for you? As a feminist offering to the project of abolition, Saidiya Hartman reflects, “Care is the antidote to violence.”

By Havannah Tran
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Poetry

my fingers still remember the days-old-stubbles

Essays

I think of the warmth that had once existed under the covers in the narrow space between my parents.

Poetry

how much time / does the wind give us? / do we still run? / who sends the wind? / does it carry the bombs? / or do they come after?

Fiction

The white Liang mansion was melting viscously into the white mist, leaving only the greenish gleam of the lamplight shining through square after square of the green windowpanes, like ice cubes in peppermint schnapps.

Essays

I gazed into the gimmick, and the gimmick gazed back.

Fiction

They thought me the oddity, though they were the ones depriving themselves of air. I watched them with the same curiosity that they watched me. How? And why?

Interviews

In Part Two of a discussion on South Asian diasporic organizing in the movement for abolition, Mon M. and Sharmin Hossain reflect on their histories and positionalities as South Asian abolitionists.

Poetry

i want to banish the shame/ write it in a book to be banned,/ take the banal, grow a banana/ tree of new knowing

Essays

I miss my home. Although I’ve never seen where it is, I close my eyes and picture every detail it contains.

Essays

When my mother and I were hopeless, buckling under the weight of our unanswered prayers, she taught me that laughter can be a way of creating our own mercy.

Poetry

Where did you abandon the snowflake on which I wrote my secrets?

Fiction

One day the woman wakes up and she can’t say exactly what it is that’s changed, only that she knows it all has.

Poetry

A girl labelled comfort / wartime ammunition / recalled her father who built / her home on / a graveyard

Essays

In honoring ordinary people and gestures, Chang reminds us of things taken for granted, of cramped train rides and eavesdropped conversations, the sounds and smells of cityscapes and markets.

Essays

Five essays in a new collection from A World Without Cages show us the creative work of movement building.

Essays

A visual and typographical essay on prison doulas’ community-care in the face of violence from carceral systems.

Essays

In Part One of a discussion on South Asian diasporic organizing in the movement for abolition, Mon M. shares three areas of critical work, storytelling, and action to undertake in solidarity with Black and Dalit liberation struggles.

Marginalia

We’re closing out this year with our favorite graphic novels, chapbooks, fan fiction, poetry collections, and novels published in 2020.

Essays

I might do something dangerous in that state of mind.

Poetry

The witch was not thorough / with her magic

Poetry

my fingers still remember the days-old-stubbles

Poetry

Where did you abandon the snowflake on which I wrote my secrets?

Essays

I think of the warmth that had once existed under the covers in the narrow space between my parents.

Fiction

One day the woman wakes up and she can’t say exactly what it is that’s changed, only that she knows it all has.

Poetry

how much time / does the wind give us? / do we still run? / who sends the wind? / does it carry the bombs? / or do they come after?

Poetry

A girl labelled comfort / wartime ammunition / recalled her father who built / her home on / a graveyard

Fiction

The white Liang mansion was melting viscously into the white mist, leaving only the greenish gleam of the lamplight shining through square after square of the green windowpanes, like ice cubes in peppermint schnapps.

Essays

In honoring ordinary people and gestures, Chang reminds us of things taken for granted, of cramped train rides and eavesdropped conversations, the sounds and smells of cityscapes and markets.

Essays

I gazed into the gimmick, and the gimmick gazed back.

Essays

Five essays in a new collection from A World Without Cages show us the creative work of movement building.

Fiction

They thought me the oddity, though they were the ones depriving themselves of air. I watched them with the same curiosity that they watched me. How? And why?

Essays

A visual and typographical essay on prison doulas’ community-care in the face of violence from carceral systems.

Interviews

In Part Two of a discussion on South Asian diasporic organizing in the movement for abolition, Mon M. and Sharmin Hossain reflect on their histories and positionalities as South Asian abolitionists.

Essays

In Part One of a discussion on South Asian diasporic organizing in the movement for abolition, Mon M. shares three areas of critical work, storytelling, and action to undertake in solidarity with Black and Dalit liberation struggles.

Poetry

i want to banish the shame/ write it in a book to be banned,/ take the banal, grow a banana/ tree of new knowing

Marginalia

We’re closing out this year with our favorite graphic novels, chapbooks, fan fiction, poetry collections, and novels published in 2020.

Essays

I miss my home. Although I’ve never seen where it is, I close my eyes and picture every detail it contains.

Essays

I might do something dangerous in that state of mind.

Essays

When my mother and I were hopeless, buckling under the weight of our unanswered prayers, she taught me that laughter can be a way of creating our own mercy.

Poetry

The witch was not thorough / with her magic