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The night was excessive for a Tuesday. I reached Jackson, a street unfamiliar to most East Village folk, a neighborhood so Lower East Side you can still buy Little Debbie cakes and Champagne Cola, no NYU dorms or purple buses, no Starbucks. They removed the Citi bikes – too many people lounging on them, drinking … More Eviction by Puma Perl
The true face of America – that is what Iran called Trump. There is no love lost between our two nations (I am blessed with Iranian friends who translate my work, so I mean the ruling politicals of both nation). But so: Trump symbolizes the ugly American—a marauding, selfish jingoist who rolls over anyone and … More The True Face of America?
CALL FOR WORK! HOWL (Humanities Opposition World League) is a progressive collective of artists and scholars; please see our manifesto at https://119howl.wordpress.com/manifesto/ We are seeking art, articles, creative nonfiction, poetry, flash, video, and other creative work for our website at https://119howl.wordpress.com/. You do not have to sign our manifesto to be published, but let us … More CALL FOR WORK!
Michael T. Young’s beautiful literary and political essay on the human voice, in the full meaning of that word. Habitation of the Human Voice By Michael T. Young In the wake of Trump’s election, there is a growing claustrophobia about the world. The streets feel narrower, the air harder to draw into the lungs. What … More Habitation of the Human Voice By Michael T. Young
Enjoy this flash by Chris Mansel with us! Art by Chris Mansel, Untitled The Decline of New America The benefit of silence, he wrote, is to allow the necessary voice of reason to gather itself before bringing the weight of the world to bear. He wrote this on a blackboard and his students copied it … More The Decline of New America by Chris Mansel
Art by Selwyn Rodda, I hear Russian Winters are harsh Surrender by James Cervantes Just shadow-dragging while pain drags us October into November. Following advice, we picture ourselves nimble, bend easily to collect wrapping paper, sparkle in sunlight, and hum along. We lend body heat to our cats, fog the windows. We play in the … More Dragging While Pain Drags Us. Poem by James Cervantes