My clawlike pleas for amnesty are met only with the bestial blueprints of a brooding ballroom Bluebeard

To be you is to be loved, in limitless capacity and direction...

Piss on the ashes of the Oval Office if it feels safe. Topple the archaic statues, Watch them sink under ice cold lakes. Go.

[Rather] than leaving these spaces feeling that the traumatic event has been adequately addressed, [a trauma metaphysic remains].

Olivia Stogner won the Percy Bysshe Shelley Remembered Poetry Contest with her poem "Mary's Creature Speaks," but here are the runners-up.

Volunteering for our communities, a time honored practice. Elizabeth Wadsworth Ellis explores how we spend our time with these snapshots.

Nobody is beyond reproach, not even the gay community. Paul Smit explores the darkness of coping mechanisms within the gay community.

In this story... an apple turns its back on the ripening sun.

Andrew Levy writes on the intersections of class and the ecology of commerce, and experimental music and the digitalization of freedom.

Steven Pearl Andrews thinks more texts should be bannable. Find out why!

Poem by Kris Green called “Adam’s Exile” wherein our presence in nature ensures that the worlds in which we inhabit remain touched and untou

Poem by Àngel Vàsquez called The Saints Need Bloom, which addresses diaspora, family, love, and Santería ritual.

The GroundUp presents the introduction to a new leftist epistemology which rights the wrongs made in the american leftist movement.

When the light of international focus is not shining, states and apparatuses regularly do not operate with integrity in globalist activity.

Poem by a New Mexican resident who goes by Ken Erdedy. Check out another piece written by him! "Who would dare to play truth with an..."

Moral bankruptcy is more corrupt than an actual Chapter Nine direct result of the housing collapse.

Many theories operating within identity politics create scripts of naivety akin to religious piousness.