Newsha Tavakolian’s album, Look (2013), can be viewed as the culmination of the developmental process her photographic language had to undergo under the restrictive politics of Iran. The students’ uprising…
On May 9th, 2017, President Donald Trump fired F.B.I Director James Comey. This poem is an erasure cut directly from the President’s letter informing James Comey of his termination. —…
Jack Mueller moved water, moved digital trillions. No less to more than a guess, Jack was the new molecule of free speech, changing worlds by changing meanings. In his life,…
On a rainy April evening, as Barnard students stumble past one another, unable to see over their open umbrellas, Claudia Rankine and Dionne Brand convene for a symposium on the…
PART 1: RUSSELL JAFFE “Don’t use third person when you’re talking about yourself.” –Chorus of Lost Spirits of English teachers Russell Jaffe is going to the forest preserve & leaving…
While Little Rock artist and art teacher Laura Raborn generally focuses on figurative oil paintings, the weeks before the November 8th Presidential election impelled her to create collages incorporating Donald…
by which I think you mean—you’ll correct me if I’m wrong—that the arts aren’t really, if we get down to it, necessary. With that, I’m inclined to agree. Neither is…
In early February, a few of my classmates and I visited Washington, D.C. for the Association of Writers and Writing Programs (AWP) Conference. While I’m interested in politics, I’m first…
I am not an avid protester, despite my history as a graduate from a proud hippie-college and my work with the National Organization for Women in my twenties. The t-shirt…
because somebody else’s son got deported & sleeps tonight in a concrete cell; & somebody else’s son got denied sanctuary from a war he didn’t start or want, & what’s…
I woke up and went to work, to school, to teach. The sky was dark still when I caught the bus. It was just past seven in the morning and…
“I know you,” her eyes say. “I know exactly what you are.” He glowers at the podium. Raises his eyebrows. Purses his lips. * * * “Who cares what anyone…
In my body there lives a Trump. A bully who pushes me like a resistant mule. Get up. Hurry up. Lazy. Worthless. I might see myself as a liberal, promoting equal…
I sit in a comfortable position, I close my eyes and try to think non-judgmentally. Oh, how easy it is to judge and how impossible it is to meditate. My…