Neil Gaiman once wrote that “Tomorrow may be hell, but on the good writing days, nothing else matters.”
The reality of this election is that for many, many people – people with addictions, disabilities, mental illnesses, Muslims, women, people in the LGBTQ+ community, people of color, immigrants – not only will tomorrow feel like hell, but the entire four years of Trump’s presidency will feel like hell as well.
And that matters too. But what artists and writers can do is use the good writing days to ease the sharpness, the anger, the tension, the hatred of each following day in which we grapple with the fact that our nation elected a man to the presidency who exemplifies everything painful in this world.
In this issue, Emily DeMaioNewton writes, “With nothing left to do, we can make art.” Emily Hillebrand writes, “Today we mourn.”
But, then, there is this: Isobel Murray John writes, “We stand.”
We mourn, then we stand. We stand and we mourn, we mourn and we stand.
These poems and artworks speak of conversion therapy, of grief, of black men lying in the streets for hours, of lynchings, of the memories of Auschwitz so freshly brought into our awareness again on November 8th and 9th. They speak of the powerful women that walk in and through doors every day of our lives, the women that opened doors before us and for us.
In “American Sugar,” Elijah Noble El writes, “They try to feed us silence and tell us it’s sugar.” He writes, “I refuse to die under Trump’s America.”
Take up your paint, your pens, your paper, your easels, watercolors, ink, your hands, your hearts, your minds. Take up everything you have.
We will not swallow this silence. We will not die under Trump’s America.
With love and gratitude,
Founder & Editor-in-Chief