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We're seeking work for an upcoming themed issue, THORNS, which will examine lived experiences of queer domestic violence, partner violence, and sexual assault through the lens of horticulture and plant life.

Please send no more than 6 poems or 3 pieces of prose by April 10th.

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An opinion that makes you a fringe radical in this country is that the life of a person who is not an American citizen is not an abstraction, and is worth just as much as that of an American citizen

Figurines of Brady Bunch and Partridge Family fighting each other

I have created a diorama of the Partridge family attacking the Brady Bunch family. My life is very boring.

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ALOCASIA seeks applications for instructors to lead our upcoming Summer Creative Writing Series. Instructors will each lead a one-time Zoom workshop with dates between May and August. Compensation is $500.

Me: "Are you aware of the intersection of Taco Bell and Literature?"

Writer: "Yes, I met you in Seattle, you offered me drugs, and you were the first person I told I was pregnant."

if anything we should be encouraging people to remove the English from their books. write in your native languages, write in the languages you've learned — stop giving English space. make monolingual readers work for it.

“We don’t need to do this again. Today’s teens don’t need to grow up in a world marred by war, where their classmates and siblings are forced to fight un-winnable fights with the fear that if things carry on, they’ll be forced to serve, too.”

Text saying "You've read your last free article."

Jacked action hero with goon in headlock, in raspy yet firm voice:

I think about this all the time. And for faculty in good jobs it still has some of that — I do enjoy knowledge making. But those are so so few and everywhere else the academe is indentured labor to a loan shark.

Reddit post from u/JovanYT_: "Thank you for always being there for me, even in the darkest of times :)" I texted my best friend. "You're very welcome, and honestly, I'm really glad you feel supported, you opening up to me is not a sign of weakness — it's a big step in the right direction."

absolutely killer Two-Sentence Horror on reddit today

i don't care about any arguments against this. right now the sum total of my political advocacy is: crush the Republicans and make them pay. i don't care what comes after because until we do that nothing better is possible.

When politicians don't honor their promises, our work is to make them. To do that, we have to build enough power to make them. I understand why people get disappointed but this is unfortunately how things work in politics.

i blame tiktok and widespread phone usage tbh

“omg you’re being mean, she can’t help it” the girl very sincerely texted back “i’m not being mean, i’m 25% autistic”

i was just at a really lovely talk the other night where someone on the panel was disabled, with a very intense stammer, and the girl (also not white) next to me was TWITCHING and pulled out her phone to text her friend “this lady takes forever to finish a sentence.” when her friend said-

it would be so convenient if she was, but the collapse in social niceties and insane spike in hyper-individualist, me-me-me mentality has been, in my anecdotal experience, Across The Board and regardless of race or country of origin, which makes me feel like it’s a broader American rot, a human rot

not even a little

everyone is twelve

re: sudden decline, was at the hampden grocery store and a woman left her cart blocking the entire aisle, when an old lady with a walker tried to tell her off, she waved her off in a Very Memetic/TikTok Girlboss way, said “do not even speak to me!” and then muttered “what a stupid lady” to herself

Something that speaks to a sudden decline in our society is the amount of people I’ve seen lately approaching stop signs and then going right through them like “nope, don’t believe in this anymore!”

Link to the doc here. I've mostly deciphered the Ojibwe lyrics except for the second to last stanza. It's really lovely and I'm so excited to have another example of Ojibwe love song lyrics!

was communicated to me by (the Rev'd) Mrs McMurray of C. W. Dumbar The following love story of an Odjibway girl ^ it is founded on a historical incident in the ward of Canada. In 1759 Baigwaineoshee, (the White Eagle driven by the wind,) accompanied as far as the lake of Two Mountains, a party of her tribe, who descended the Utawas to aid Gen Montcalm in the defense of Quebec. While there, she received attentions from a young Algonquin, who, however, never fully declared himself. The attachment was mutual, and continued after her return to the south, where she continued to pour out her affections in these strains, which she composed to an Indian chant and often repeated. A grand niece of hers, thus heard the song, and by [?] frequent re- petition learned it. The term Odishquagumee, meaning a man at the lake of two mountains, or as it [?] literally ? at the end of the chain of water, is the Ojibwe term for an Algonquin. Ia indenaindum - ia indenaindum! Makow we yan ninemooshain wee Odishquagumee [Ah me - ah me! when I think of him - when I bring him to mind, my sweetheart, Odishquagumee, or the Algonquin] Pah bojeaun nebe naubekonig Waube megissun nenemooshain wee Odishquagumee [As I embarked he put the white wampum around my neck, my sweet heart, Odishquagumee] Keguh wejeewin aindah nuk ke yun Neen ge- egobun, ne nenemooshai wee Odishquagumee [I ^ shall go with you, he said, to your native country - I will go with you, ^ he said, my sweet heart - Odishquagumee.]

Nia !nin denau dush, wassahwud gushuh Aindunukkeyaum ke y au neememooshain wee Odishquagummee [Oh, I said to him - it is far away - my native country, my sweetheart, Odishquagumee.] Kai aubik oween, ain aube aunin Kewe naube, ne nemooshai wee Odishquag ummee. [When I [would] looked back again, he would still be looking after me, my sweetheart, Odishquagumee] Apee nay we ne nebow wisheban Aung wash agushing, ne nemooshai wee Odishquagumee [^When he was still standing on a fallen tree, that laid in ^ that had fallen the water, my sweetheart, Odishquagumee] Nyau indenain dum - nyau indenaindum! Makow we yan nin de nain dum we Odishquagumee, [Alas! alas! when I think of him - when I [bring his image to mind] think of him - my sweetheart - Odishquagumee.]

!!! Just found this transcription and translation of a love song by an Ojibwe woman who fell in love with an Algonquin man while traveling near Deux-Montagnes, QC in 1759 during the 7 Years War. I can't quite interpret her name, it looks like Baigwaineoshee "The White Eagle Driven by the Wind"

Nothing more hurtful than discovering what you thought was a deep friendship is fake

Totally normal thing for Senior Counsel at DOJ to tweet out at 2am

had to turn off the telly because revie leaves on youtube for the dog and after the documentary made by humans it autoplayed a completely AI generated 4.5 hour video aping david attenborough’s voice, with a key giveaway being the constant “it’s not just X—it’s Y” at the end of every other paragraph

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Manic Joy: Irmgard Keun and the Politics of Life Under/Over Fascism — Simon Wortham What does anybody know about Irmgard Keun? Failed actress, encouraged by Alfred Döblin to write. A darling of Weimar, her first novel Gilgi a sensation, turned into a film. Falsely accused of plagi…

"In Keun’s writing there are no dead [...] It is ugly and it is beautiful. Life goes on, and those who don’t are unloved and unmourned. It is impossible to be dead. It is beyond consideration ..."

Simon Wortham on Keun

minorliteratures.com/2026/03/05/m...

We Could All Die Tomorrow But we won’t. Someone will. Across the world, crushed under the boot of the automatic war machine. Within our own borders. In our backyard. Men. Women. Children. Snakes, deer, wolves, foxes, innumerab...

shaawan.com/2026/03/06/w... Late night post I handwrote in Holy Frijoles listening to tonight’s lineup, which included Choking Boys and American Motors. Read to you with a well-timed appearance on the track by a certain little cat.

kill the imposter syndrome in you head because not only is there someone out there doing it worse than you, they're also using chat gpt to do it

Anyways.