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Maws Vittles

Always Open

Kelley Howell

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On our way home from visiting my mother in Ocala, Florida we took a detour to visit a salvage store in Brooksville, Florida. It was the perfect thing to do on a sad, drizzly Sunday, the ...

Marching into Low-Wage America With God on Their Side

Curtis Price

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The Von Braun Center sits in downtown Huntsville, a brutalist concrete slab of a building that reminds you of an old Stasi interrogation and torture center. Or, more appropriately, a Nazi one. Wernher Von Braun, the ...

The Lyceum Was Empty

Kelley Howell

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Reese didn’t understand.  1.  Walking through the grounds of Cannonball Church, we came upon a homeless man curled up in the corner, resting in a narrow sliver of shade on a hot, sopping humid day. I ...

The Chicago Women’s Liberation Rock Band, 1970-1973

Naomi Weisstein

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A Memoir and Reflection on Badass Boffo Revolutionary Feminist Music by Naomi Weisstein Introduction by John Garvey Naomi Weisstein was a founding member of the Chicago Women’s Liberation Union in 1969 and, soon afterwards, a founding ...

Conversations with “The Enemy”

Curtis Price

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Last year on my then-job, work was slow. A late middle-aged RN supervisor who worked in a different wing came in to file papers. We exchanged superficial pleasantries, the mask everyone wears in everyday life. And ...

The Peril of Voting and the Promise of Action

John Garvey

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It may well be that no outrage yet carried out under the Trump regime has so galvanized popular disgust and opposition as the decision to implement a policy of separating children from parents when they arrive ...

Boats Against the Current

Jarrod Shanahan

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The desperate search for a bathroom in New York City teaches one much about the surrounding world and one’s place in it. With my pockets empty but my bladder and small intestine poised to burst, I ...

Viva Mexico! Dispatches from the World Cup

Zhandarka Kurti

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Little Italy in the Bronx is slowly waking up from the previous night’s revelry. A man wearing a “Kiss me, I’m Italian” t-shirt sets up his makeshift sidewalk kitchen, soon to be selling zeppoles, sausage, and ...

Scottsboro

Curtis Price

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We’re driving down Route 72 Saturday morning from Huntsville to Scottsboro, a small blue collar city of fourteen thousand that the Tennessee wraps around like a fat brown snake before uncoiling down river. Scottsboro, that Alabama ...
whittling hands

Whittling

Kelley Howell

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R was showing me this hunk of wood he preserved from a tree that fell. He wants to make an anvil out of it. With what’s left over, he was hoping to carve a Wind God. ...
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