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The Blanket Room

—After Italo Calvino and Dorianne Laux When I’m inconsolable, I like to go to The Blanket Room™. A new one just opened at the Maple Heights Mall. They wrap you in a blanket and turn out the lights. Then someone comes in, brushes the hair from your...

APPS for Activism

Ease and Efficiency In no time at all, technological wizards have risen to the occasion of helping to streamline resistance. Below find a number of APPS available, and particularly ResistBot, the new APP that will turn your text message into a fax...

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The Blanket Room

—After Italo Calvino and Dorianne Laux When I’m inconsolable, I like to go to The Blanket Room™. A new one just opened at the Maple Heights Mall. They wrap you in a blanket and turn out the lights. Then someone comes in, brushes the hair from your...

APPS for Activism

Ease and Efficiency In no time at all, technological wizards have risen to the occasion of helping to streamline resistance. Below find a number of APPS available, and particularly ResistBot, the new APP that will turn your text message into a fax...

Safeguards At Risk!!!

“The Coalition for Sensible Safeguards (CSS) is a national alliance of more than 150 organizations, representing millions of Americans. [They] are joined in the belief that our nation’s system of regulatory safeguards should secure our quality...

Incident at the Western Border

She vanished before they could shoot her: left only an atmosphere of mist, brume of body which blew inland in a myriad of droplets, a haze of nard and cinnamon touched softly with myrrh and cassia, floating like pamphlets scribbled in a foreign...

Colony

A splash of gasoline, a match, my brother poking it with a shovel. I was too young to have an opinion yet knew it was wrong. Even if the haystack pile of it grew each day more troubling beside the swingset, beside the prim lines of carrots in the...

Requiem

  I woke up one morning and my country was gone. It was strange. It had been there the night before, sparking and hissing, but now it was gone. I could feel its absence in the air, which is a feeling like no other. The garden was still there...