Still Got It
David Himmel David Himmel David Himmel David Himmel

Still Got It

Part of getting older is realizing that you are, in fact, older. And in many cases, we age out of our horned up youth into a relaxed state of domestication. But it’s naturally human to wonder if you still got it. If you’re still an object of interest—not affection—to the people you meet or even pass on the street or at Target on Sunday mornings.

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The Wooden Door (3)
Wayne Lerner, Fiction Wayne Lerner Wayne Lerner, Fiction Wayne Lerner

The Wooden Door (3)

Martha took Lamar’s hand. “This gang warfare is senseless. It will get you nowhere,” she said. Then she took Paulie’s hand. “Don’t you understand that if you beat Lamar and his boys, there will always be someone else waiting to take you on. The battle will never end.”

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If I Had a Rich Husband
Elizabeth Harper, Poetry Elizabeth Harper Elizabeth Harper, Poetry Elizabeth Harper

If I Had a Rich Husband

You shouldn’t have to prostitute yourself and pretend to be straight/monogamous to change the world. Really, some could question the efficacy of charity for solving all the world’s problems, since it doesn’t really address the systemic issues and structural violence, etc.

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[Worth Revisiting] Trusting Hope Over Experience: The Shedding of the Old
Don Hall Don Hall Don Hall Don Hall

[Worth Revisiting] Trusting Hope Over Experience: The Shedding of the Old

“Everything I had built in the past 15 years just went up in smoke. It’s gone. I mean, what the fuck do I do now?”

My friend had gone through one of those tribulations that involved losing status within the community of artists he was a part of, losing his job on top of that, and flailing his now beaten down limbs in search of what he was supposed to do, who he was supposed to be, after the dust had settled.

I understood the feeling.

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The Wooden Door (2)
Wayne Lerner Wayne Lerner Wayne Lerner Wayne Lerner

The Wooden Door (2)

“Hanging out with your buddies on the street. Beating up strangers so often that the cops at the station know me by name. Stealing. What are you doing with your life?” His Mom slumped down on his bed and put her head in her hands.

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I Believe... [Be Fucking Grateful]
Don Hall, I Believe... Don Hall Don Hall, I Believe... Don Hall

I Believe... [Be Fucking Grateful]

...that the holiday isn’t about the food or the genocide—it’s about being fucking grateful. Practice a bit of gratitude and maybe you won’t be such bitter, partisan sonofabitch. Also, grab a plate of root vegetables and offer your indigenous neighbors a blanket covered in small pox cuz covering all bases is the American way.

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