I Want A 24 Hour Truce During Which There Is No Rape – Andrea Dworkin

Copyright © 1984, 1988, 1993 by Andrea Dworkin. All rights reserved. This was a speech given at the Midwest Regional Conference of the National Organization for Changing Men in the fall of 1983 in St Paul, Minnesota. One of the organizers kindly sent me a tape and a transcript of my speech. The magazine of the men’s movement, M., published it. I was teaching in Minneapolis. This was before Catharine MacKinnon and I had proposed or developed the civil rights approach to pornography as a legislative strategy. Lots of people were in the audience who later became key players in…

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Cafe Paranoia – Terry Gibson

What do you want? What is it you want? As your amethyst eyes Slither over my face Paw my neckline Denting my nonchalance My demeanour so cool – You’d swear I drank milk. What do you want? What is it you want? Do you assume me Your answer, so easily? Nanny, lost sister, Your ‘other half’ gone missing So vital but unnoticed Till you’re about forty-three. What do you want? I must know what you want! As you approach me with gall, Crossing unspeakable lines– At last the secret spills From a so-kissable mouth What is it you want? Aw,…

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Birthday Poem For My Grandmother – Sharon Olds

I stood on the porch tonight–which way do we face to talk to the dead? I thought of the new rose, and went out over the grey lawn–things really have no color at night. I descended the stones, as if to the place where one speaks to the dead. The rose stood half-uncurled, glowing white in the black air. Later I remembered your birthday. You would have been ninety and getting roses from me. Are the dead there if we do not speak to them? When I came to see you you were always sitting quietly in the chair, not…

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After A While – Veronica A. Shoffstall

After A While After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul and you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning and company doesn’t always mean security. And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts and presents aren’t promises and you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes ahead with the grace of woman, not the grief of a child and you learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans and futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight….

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My Bucket List

  From the Almost-Scorching-My-Fingers-It’s-So-Tangible Department Writing Goals Finish my memoir and seek traditional publishing routes. Complete a cohesive work of poetry to publish before release of memoir. Work on something funny like A Day of Musings With @Bookmark_Terry. Very Important Non-Writing-Related-But-Equally-Attainable Zone Improve my health dramatically. Enjoy gyms and all the amazing machines there, which I do. Swim. Walk a lot. Be Terry in training starting n-o-w. In the Not-Too-Wing-Nuttish Realm of Possibility Make money so I can keep travelling, studying, and immersing myself in healing, nurturing, culturally diverse, and intellectually stimulating environments. Take a hot air balloon ride, something…

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“Glass” by Takako U. Lento

They were dancing as if swimming among the rocks. We stood by the wall, drinking beer out of the green-labeled can. We talked about shadow plays, operas and how your friend’s father witnessed Caruso break a goblet by his forceful voice. I laughed, wishing I could break the thin but inevitable glass between me and your world.   Takako U. Lento  

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