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Writing Prompts for Threshold Times
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'come lie by me in the pasture' — poetry by Renee Kalagayan
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'the azaleas all make gruel out of me' — poetry by Anya Johanna DeNiro
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'silk and rivers' — poetry by Zavi Kang Engles
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'silk and rivers' — poetry by Zavi Kang Engles
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'death and a mountain view' — poetry by Emily Brandt
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'death and a mountain view' — poetry by Emily Brandt
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'the incense of my bed chamber ' — poetry by Katja Jackson
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'bruises confettied as raspberries' — poetry Chelsea Fonden
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'bruises confettied as raspberries' — poetry Chelsea Fonden
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'you were obsessed. a monster.' — poetry by Kathleen Hellen
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'you were obsessed. a monster.' — poetry by Kathleen Hellen
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'Seas of her marooned organs' — poetry by Shon Mapp
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'Seas of her marooned organs' — poetry by Shon Mapp
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'a ghost house of Sicily' — poetry by Edvige Giunta
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'a ghost house of Sicily' — poetry by Edvige Giunta
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'Are the clouds full of well-water?' — poetry by Johanna E. Hall
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'Are the clouds full of well-water?' — poetry by Johanna E. Hall
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'seals her-self in the confession box' — poetry by Spencer Keene
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'seals her-self in the confession box' — poetry by Spencer Keene
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'bloody with sunset' — poetry by Will Cordeiro
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'bloody with sunset' — poetry by Will Cordeiro
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'dream in locusts' — poetry by Vi Ly
August 15, 2026
'dream in locusts' — poetry by Vi Ly
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August 15, 2026
'plastic chair, watermelon, generator exhaust, benzene' — poetry by Hana Saad
August 15, 2026
'plastic chair, watermelon, generator exhaust, benzene' — poetry by Hana Saad
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' I am brutally killed by daffodils' — poetry by Emily Tong
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' I am brutally killed by daffodils' — poetry by Emily Tong
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'violet scabbing on ankle backs' — poetry by Lexi Rosen
August 14, 2026
'violet scabbing on ankle backs' — poetry by Lexi Rosen
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'it was something more gory' — poetry by Caroline O'Connor Thomas
August 14, 2026
'it was something more gory' — poetry by Caroline O'Connor Thomas
August 14, 2026
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'I’ll accept delight’s gloom' — poetry by Hazelyn Aroian
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'every hour is one long suffering' — poetry by Anne Halsey
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'every hour is one long suffering' — poetry by Anne Halsey
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'a terrible countenance for what nourishes' — poetry by I Echo
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'a terrible countenance for what nourishes' — poetry by I Echo
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'I am the aftermath' — poetry by Taylor Hamann Los
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'I am the aftermath' — poetry by Taylor Hamann Los
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'as if landscapes verdant' — poetry by Kacey Martin
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'a wasp  giving itself to the fig' — poetry by Elaina Edwards
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'ghosts in hair follicles' — poetry by Trish hopkinson
August 14, 2026
'ghosts in hair follicles' — poetry by Trish hopkinson
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'roses among men' — poetry by Amy Thatcher
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'roses among men' — poetry by Amy Thatcher
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Writing prompts for a fever dream summer
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'bloodsponge rubies & wicked diamonds' — poetry by Emily Murman
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'beauty is the last thing before death' — poetry by Francis de Lima
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Mark Ryden

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Thinking of You Even Though You’re Not Like Us: Holiday Cards for the Religiously Ambiguous

February 16, 2016

Some years ago my Jewish boss brought her menorah to work so she could light it at sunset (we worked late), and it was my non-Jewish colleagues who were most eager to be a part of the ceremony. When traveling in Eastern Europe, someone put candies in my shoes for St. Mikuláš Day. No one in these scenarios is forcing anyone to appropriate a holiday or belief that isn’t their own—they’re only inviting them to the experience. The offer of inclusion says to someone, this means something to me and I’d like you to be a part of it in whatever way you feel comfortable.

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Printable Victorian Valentine's Day Images (& Some Erotic Bits) For Your Lovelies

February 14, 2016

BY LISA MARIE BASILE

Valentine's Day is thought to stem from Lupercalia, a Pre-Roman Pagan festival celebrated between February 13-15 (can we please get back to three days of V-Day?), and so the gauche, commercial excess was not the point. Lupercalia, to the Pagans, was a time for thwarting evil spirits and cleansing the space of its negativity. On this day, because how darling, it is said that the birds chose their mates.

In 14th-century England and France, poems became the primary Valentine's Day (please see Geoffrey Chacer's The Love Unfeigned, a 14th-century poem not specifically written 'for' Valentines, but romantic nonetheless; let us know if you can translate that better than we can). The poem became common again in the 18th century, and especially in the Victorian Era, when sentimentality reached its abslolute peak and V-Day's commercial value heightened. Embossed, lace, ribbons, floral patterns and deliciously ornate designs were the norm. #swoon

And then we got our filthy modern hands on history.

If, like us, you're sick to death of paying $4.95 for a contemporary, soulless, Teddy Bear V-Day card from Duane Reade, we've compiled a few of our favorite printable Victorian Valentine's Day cards. Our recommendation? Print these out, make yourself your own Valentine and create a little Victorian shrine for yourself. Or your lover. Whatever you'd like.

Just click the image to download the print, and if you want more, you can click into each photo and peruse the sites, which will allow you to either download more prints or send a physical Valentine to someone. (We still recommend sending yourself some love in the mail.)

And so, here are a few images (along with a few naughty Victorian bits) for you to swoon over.

xo

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In Art, Poetry & Prose Tags Victoriana, Victorian, Valentine's Day, Cards, Love, Sex
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"Whelm" by Stevi Gibson

"Whelm" by Stevi Gibson

Spread Your Wings And Blithe: A Valentine by Kim Vodicka

February 14, 2016
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Kim Vodicka is the author of Aesthesia Balderdash (Trembling Pillow Press, 2012) and the Psychic Privates EP (forthcoming from TENDERLOIN, 2016). She holds an MFA in Creative Writing from Louisiana State University. Her poems, art, and other writings have appeared in Shampoo, Spork, RealPoetik, Cloudheavy Zine, THEthe Poetry, Women Poets Wearing Sweatpants, Epiphany, Industrial Lunch, Moss Trill, Smoking Glue Gun, Paper Darts, The Volta, Queen Mob’s Teahouse, Makeout Creek, The Electric Gurlesque, Best American Experimental Writing (BAX) 2015, and other publications. Her poetry manuscript, Psychic Privates, was a 2015 Tarpaulin Sky Book Prize Finalist. Cruise more of her work at ih8kimvodicka.tumblr.com.

In Art Tags kim vodicka, Poetry, Valentine, Valentine's Day
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Natalia Drepina

Natalia Drepina

Gothique Sublime: A Rock Playlist For Your Valentine

February 12, 2016

BY NADIA GERASSIMENKO

Gothique Sublime is a specially made playlist for the goth in you. It's macabre and absurd, deep and introspective, and even happy and poppy at times. Whether you're with your beloved, your family/friends, or by yourself, tune in and tap into your passionate feelings, darkling desires, secret indulgences, and self/love. Happy Decadence!

Track List:

  1. Siouxsie and the Banshees - Forever
  2. Theatre of Hate - The Hop
  3. The Sisters of Mercy - Under the Gun
  4. Rosetta Stone - Darkside
  5. The Bolshoi - Crack in Smile
  6. Cocteau Twins - Pitch the Baby
  7. Joy Division - Atmosphere
  8. Gene Loves Jezebel - Desire
  9. Nautilus Pompilius - A Gentle Vampire
  10. The March Violets - Snake Dance
  11. The Mission UK - Severina
  12. Liv Kristine - In the Heart of Juliet
  13. Christian Death - Tales of Innocence
  14. Lacrimosa - Alles Lüge
  15. The 69 Eyes - Framed in Blood
  16. G. Tom Mac - Cry Little Sister
  17. Specimen - Indestructable

Nadia Gerassimenko is the assistant editor at Luna Luna Magazine by day, a moonchild and poet by night. Nadia self-published her first poetry collection "Moonchild Dreams" (2015) and hopes to republish it traditionally. She's currently working on her second chapbook, "at the water's edge." Visit her at tepidautumn.net or tweet her at @tepidautumn.

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Fiction: Boys On Bicycles

February 11, 2016

Sometimes I think about it, though. Sex, not love. I imagine scenarios as graphically as possible in order to see how much I can stand. It’s like a test. When I feel the bile coming up into my throat, that’s when I stop. It usually doesn’t take very long. I stare at the grass, or a garbage can, or anything really normal and asexual, to get those sick images of calloused thumbs and everyday disfigurements out of my head.

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In Poetry & Prose Tags fiction, sex, men, women
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Call For Submission: Editors Wanted & Our March Special Issue

February 11, 2016

BY LISA MARIE BASILE

Luna Luna is seeking two new assistant editors/curators for our 1) Intersectional Feminism & 2) Lifestyle verticals. These magical, wonderful geniuses will help us curate new voices and diversify our content and contributor base.

Our assistant editor roles are flexible; we provide the opportunity to take creative liberty as it relates to your skills. So long as you sync with the brand, or you feel you can better the brand, we want to work with you.

It is vital that Luna Luna be home to a wide array of voices and identities. We want to provide a platform to underrepresented, marginalized, underprivileged and silenced voices.

To apply: lunalunamag@gmail.com. Send us a note, a reason, a love letter, or your story. Please send specific ideas around how you can help us and how we can help you or support your vision. Be able to contribute 2 hours per week, volunteer (as all of our editorships are at this time). Communicative, social-media savvy people, please.

Also! We're seeking content for our special issue on RELATIONSHIPS & LOVE. Personal essays or features welcome. Video and photo welcome. Word count: 500-1200.  Due March 1.

Possible topics:

  • Monogamy hardships
  • Friendship hardships
  • Positive LGBTQIA experiences
  • Asexuality
  • Being single
  • Race & romance / sex
  • Disability & dating
  • Race & friendship
  • Dating in X location
  • Essays on craft (writing about sex, teaching sex writing)
  • LGBTQIA challenges (social, familial, romantic)
  • Bisexuality challenges
  • Polyamory & open relationships
  • Sexual liberation
  • History of sexual, platonic and romantic relationships in a culture/era (ex., a look at Victorian-era female friendship)
  • Literary/cinema roundups that deal with the topics above
  • Interviews with experts, artists, etc around the topics above
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A Writer's Observations on the Senses & Transformation

February 10, 2016

Poets must live in the world but also outside of it. We are so influenced by our immediate surroundings yet able to transform the ordinary into oddly slanted and surreal visions. Even the rain itself in Paz’s poem is personified, "rising and walking away." Everyday images are conflated and merged, mixed up and re-envisioned. According to Paz, "Poetry is memory become image, and image become voice. The other voice is not the voice from beyond the grave: it is that of man fast asleep in the heart of hearts of mankind. It is a thousand years old and as old as you and I, and it has not yet been born." In essence, as he says in his poem, poetry happens in "another time that is now," and that’s an incredibly difficult place in which to live. How does one balance between the present moment and the past? This reminds me of holding tree pose in yoga. Poems encapsulate what is right in front of us but also a part of our memories. They call on our whole menagerie of obsessions and ideas about the world to sort possible truths.

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In Art Tags Sandra Marchetti, Poetry, Octavio Paz
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Everyone Needs to Read Natalie Diaz's 'When My Brother Was an Aztec'

February 10, 2016

My world was utterly destroyed by Natalie Diaz at Brooklyn Book Festival in 2014. Two years later, I still remember. I was lucky enough to have heard Natalie read her poetry and discuss identity & womanhood at a panel hosted by St. Francis College, and moderated by Hafizah Geter. Her words moved me; her words dove straight into my own mouth, restructuring my cells, taking away some and adding others both newer & stronger. The word ‘move’ is a verb which means, “a change of place or position.”
 

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Why I Didn't Change My Name When I Got Married

February 9, 2016

At some point in my development, before I entered high school, I’m sure, I knew two fundamental facts about myself: I am a writer, and I wasn’t one to marry until I was at least 28.
 

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Writing Back to Nova Scotia: On Choosing Elizabeth Bishop

February 9, 2016

Elizabeth Bishop was a poet whose personal life was fraught with family struggles, questions of sexuality, and a great deal of loss. A casual reader might recall some of these emotions exhibited in her masterful villanelle, “One Art.” Filmmakers have even attempted to capture snippets of Bishop’s interior life during her time in Brazil in the recent movie, Reaching for the Moon. However, despite the fact that she moved throughout her life and perhaps never found her “place,” her readers can sense that she felt a strong tie to family, legacy, and her historical moment. Bishop’s “Poem,” a short piece about a puzzling family heirloom, serves as an excellent example of how she negotiated her historical ties, ties that in many ways have formed the basis of my complicated relationship with Bishop’s work.

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NYU's Spellbinding Language of The Birds Exhibit Showcases Occult Art

February 9, 2016

BY LARISA CASILLAS

'Your head is a haunted house.'

Sometime during the Occult Humanities Conference this phrase was uttered and it stuck with me throughout.

Afterwards, during a private viewing of Language of the Birds: Occult and Art (which will show at NYU February 12-13) I was able to see what it meant. 

Spanning over a century of occult art, the exhibition has 60 works by different modern and contemporary artists who delved deep into their minds and tried to transcend rationality. The exhibition is curated by Pam Grossman, the creator of the occult blog Phantasmaphile and also the co-organizer of the Occult Humanities Conference.  

"By going within, then drawing streams of imagery forth through their creations, each of these artists seeks to render the invisible visible, to materialize the immaterial, and to tell us that we, too, can enter numinous realms," she writes.

Language of the Birds is divided into 5 sections: Cosmos, Spirits, Practitioners, Altars and Spells. The art ranges from the visually beautiful to the unnerving and intellectually engaging; from Aleister Crowley’s alter ego self-portrait, Ken Henson’s portrait of the goddess Ishtar, Robert Buratti’s dreamy Sub Rosa and Paul Laffoley’s Astrological Ouroboros, with the twelve signs of the zodiac paired with the twelve stages of changes of attitude toward life--each piece challenges you to feel rather than analyze.

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Speaking to Luna Luna about the current appeal magic and the occult has on the younger generation, Grossman cited that for women it honors cycles and gives agency, "witchcraft is about embracing the body,"  she says. And as for men, it gives them the freedom to explore alternative types of spirituality--"you don’t just need one book," she concluded.

Language of the Birds: Occult and Art
January 12 – February 13, 2016
80WSE, 80 Washington Square East, NYC
Gallery Hours: Tuesday – Saturday 10:30 a.m. to 6 p.m. 

All images via here.

In Art, Music, NYC Tags occult, NYU, Language of the Birds, Witchcraft, Aleister Crowley, Astrology, Alters, spells, Pam Grossman
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Interview with Poet Liz Axelrod on 'Go Ask Alice'

February 8, 2016

Recently, I had the privlege of reading Liz Axelrod's chapbook "Go Ask Alice" (Finishing Line Press, 2016), which was a finalist in the 2015 New Women's Voices Series at Finishing Line Press. In the collection, Axelrod invites us into a bizarre, distorted landscape similar, echoing Lewis Carroll's "Alice in Wonderland" landscape. She doesn't stray away from what we are all obsessed and anxious over--sex, body image, technology, politics--and makes us evaluate the world we live in.

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In Poetry & Prose Tags poetry, Liz Axelrod, books
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When You Get Raped By Your Cab Driver, But The Police Ask If You're Sure It Wasn't Consensual

February 5, 2016

BY LISA MARIE BASILE

Rape culture: when your friend is raped by her cab driver and the police question whether or not you were asking for it.

In a major metropolitan city, there's plenty of things to fear. Among them? Cab drivers. Many of us have encountered the driver who tells us we’re pretty, asks if we’re single, wants to know if we live with someone or asks for our phone numbers. It’s uncomfortable, it’s frightening, and it needs to stop. Simply put, this behavior should be illegal rather than commonplace.

A friend told me the below story:

*Mary took a cab home--pulled over by her friends--because she was inebriated. She woke in the cab driver's bed without any recollection of what happened, with her body oddly positioned on top of a towel. As an object. When she managed to get out of his apartment, go to the hospital and ask for a rape kit, she was told to wait because there wasn't enough proof it "wasn’t consensual." Mary tells me that this cab driver (who she calls Sandy), who was employed by the city of New York, wasn't convicted because the District Attorney took a rapist’s word over hers.

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When Mary and I talk on the phone, she tells me it is crucial to tell her story in order for change to ensue, in order for the government and for everyday people to understand that a woman’s word means something, that silencing others is a sin on par with rape itself.

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There was more than enough evidence to lead anyone to believe the cab driver was a rapist. When Mary was put into a Brooklyn cab by two friends, they explicitly asked the driver to take Mary home. Mary was inebriated, as many are when they take a cab home late at night, and so her friends made her repeat her address to the driver several times. There was no indication that Mary knew the driver or desired anything but to get home safely.

What Mary vaguely remembers is someone buying beer, and according to her police report, "pouring liquor or some substance down my throat," as she was "in and out of consciousness." What she next remembers is waking up "extremely confused" with "no idea why or how I had gotten to this location or who this person in the bed next to me was." Mary was distressed, still not sober, and panicking.

Over the phone, she told me her body was "still in pain." This is a jarring sentence to hear. Because what happened to her was real; the physical pain will eventually end, but the experience of being manipulated against your will can never be undone.

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When Mary went to the Emergency Room at Mt. Sinai in Queens at 3pm, she sat alone for the most part, without the offer of any food or water. Two officers finally arrived at 6pm as per the Hospital’s request, and they were aggressive, according to Mary, suggesting without her memory of the incident in question there could be no prosecution.

Mary told me, "I was stunned with how poorly these men treated me in my hospital room. They pressured me to drop the case and tried to tell me it wasn’t a rape case, and that if I was drunk, that maybe I had 'gotten friendly with the cab driver' while I was in the car."

She continued, "I was so distraught, I couldn’t believe the officers were insinuating it was my fault…[they] didn’t believe anything I told them, and were being so dismissive and aggressive. I even told them I had two witnesses who put me into the cab alone with the driver...they still insisted I didn’t need the rape kit. I insisted I hadn’t gone [with the driver] by choice, that I had been taken advantage of while I was blacked out, and that it was a taxi driver who had done this…[in his] house in Queens."

Because Mary was drunk, her case wasn’t taken seriously--and this outcome isn’t news. Women have long been taken advantage of when inebriated or drugged. Despite the many victim-blaming mentalities out there, transitive theory does not suggest if one drinks, one consents to the possibility of rape.

"They said since I had been drunk I had no idea where he had taken me or what borough I’d been in," Mary said. "My doctor at Mt. Sinai was extremely upset with how they were treating me, and they called Mount Sinai’s Sexual Assault And Violence Intervention Program (SAVI) to have an advocate sent to help me and make sure I was being treated ok."

SAVI’s mission is "dedicated to validating, healing and empowering survivors and their supporters to lead safe, healthy lives through advocacy, free and confidential counseling, and public education."

Despite SAVI’s efforts in supporting Mary, the police (the only presiding power) didn’t believe Mary until she semi-remembered signage she thought she saw that night. Only then did they confirm with the location services map on her iPhone, which indicated when she’d been picked up and for how long she was in that location (his home).

The next day, the cops found the location services information to be enough "proof," so they had Mary call her rapist from the Queens Precinct. The detective asked Mary to "act like I knew we had sex, and just ask if he used protection and see if he would say anything about me being passed out to try to get him to incriminate himself over the phone, which would be recorded over the police system."

When she called Sandy, she asked if they’d "slept together," to which he answered yes. Mary told me it was painful to hear that Sandy’s admission, though suspected, was devastating. Mary had actually been raped.

"I then asked him why I wasn’t able to recall anything and he said I was passing out…the detective was writing me prompts of what to ask him so I asked if I had passed out totally, and he claimed I passed out 'during sex' and he kept saying 'don’t worry about it,'" Mary said.

If a person takes you against your will and has non-consensual sex with you when you’re incapacitated, that it is rape shouldn’t be up for debate.

Judging by the FBI’s revised definition of rape, "Penetration, no matter how slight, of the vagina or anus with any body part or object, or oral penetration by a sex organ of another person, without the consent of the victim," there should be no room for misinterpretation, and yet there is--along with shoddy police work, held up by the foundation of rape culture.

By New York state law, what Mary’s cab driver did was certainly first or second degree rape, given the mental incapacity to provide consent, along with the kidnapping. How much more real does this get?

In the end, the detective told Mary the District Attorney had dropped the case on account of there being no real proof (as her rapist simply had to say something to the effect of 'she wanted it') and that was it.

***

The reality is, many rape allegations aren’t taken seriously.

Recently, a woman was raped at the popular Happy Ending Lounge, a bar even I frequented for years as a literary host. With its dimly lit bathrooms and somewhat hidden downstairs areas, it scares me to think of the all-too-real possibility of the situation--a situation any of us could be put into. The cops, instead of taking the victim seriously, claimed she was a party girl. And, even if she were drinking and "partying," does that mean she deserves to be raped?

In 2015,  there were 851 reported rape cases in NYC (an increase from last year), with rape in car services on the upward trend. In February this year, a Brooklyn woman was raped in the back of a cab. This came at a time when Uber and Lyft drivers assaulted dozens and dozens of passengers. Mary’s case is one of many.

What happens when walking home is too unsafe? When the subway is unsafe? When taking a bus is unsafe? And when the person paid to drive you home changes your life forever?

***

Why are victims still being silenced? Is it because we teach people to wear protective, anti date-rape nail polish rather than teaching them not to rape? Rather than enforcing very real punishment for rapists? Does the problem stem from the idea that rape is only rape when it’s violent? Is it not widely accepted that rape takes various forms? On television, and in books, is it too-often reduced to compulsive desire or fantastical dominance? Or, is it much more likely we blame the victims in our smug, sexist righteousness to prosecute the whore? Are we too busy making jokes about it on TV?

Mary explained how even after going to the hospital, she felt there was no real advocacy. She felt like there aren’t enough emotional resources available quickly, and more importantly, how any support she was given paled in comparison to the poor treatment by the police. She felt she was not heard.

She wrote in her police statement, "I want help in having someone actually investigate this crime…the suspect was not apprehended and is still driving a cab around the city with no repercussions. This is dangerous for me as he knows where I live and I am very scared for my safety, and for other women’s safety. If he got away with this once with me with NO repercussions he will probably do this again and that is not acceptable. I do not understand how this does not qualify as kidnapping and rape, and I also do not understand why the case was dropped due to what the suspect told police."

Whether you are telling the story to a counselor, the news or your friend, your voice matters. Whether you are sharing this story or another one, your part in the conversation matters. As Pepper Elliott, who was assaulted at Happy Ending, said, "I really do believe social media is a powerful platform that can be a catalyst to these types of changes in perception, which eventually result in changes in behavior. I think that potentially the result of me being this vocal about my experience will at least elicit minor changes in the way those who are close to me might think or act and those changes might permeate the minds of others."

Please reach out to the following resources if you or someone you know needs support:

National Sexual Assault Hotline: 800.656.HOPE (4673)
RAINN: http://nownyc.org/service-fund/get-help/rape-sexual-assault/
SAVI: http://www.mountsinai.org/patient-care/service-areas/community-medicine/areas-of-care/sexual-assault-and-violence-intervention-program-savi/services
The New York City Alliance Against Sexual Assault: http://www.svfreenyc.org/survivors_emergency.html
NYS Department of Health: https://www.health.ny.gov/prevention/sexual_violence/what_to_do.htm
The New York State Coalition Against Sexual Assault: http://nyscasa.org/get-help/crisis-centers-by-county/

In Social Issues Tags Rape, Rape kit, nyc, Taxi, National Sexual Assault Hotline, Rainn
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Witchy World Roundup: February 2016

February 5, 2016

BY JOANNA C. VALENTE

Edward Gorey made a Tarot deck and it's basically the best thing ever. I have it, so I can vouch. Here's a preview:

Kelly Davio has a piece up at Change Seven called "Kylie Jenner and Her Golden Wheels:"

"Yet we don’t have to buy it. Most considerate people recognize that popular culture has a body image problem, and that we do women and girls serious harm when we celebrate certain body shapes while devaluing others. Unfortunately, that realization has given us a new obsession: looking 'healthy' is our new substitute for looking thin. For those of us for whom looking well or able is just as unattainable as, say, heaving our way into a pair of size-zero jeans, that supposedly positive message isn’t positive at all."

Lady Gaga released a powerful music video about sexual assault:

After Texas cut Planned Parenthood funding, birth rates went up, according to Los Angeles Times:

"Though only 23 of the 254 counties in Texas had a Planned Parenthood clinic before 2013, they served 60% of the state’s low-income women of childbearing age, according to the study."

Beth Ditto on makeup and feminism at Vogue:

"… I discovered the Riot Grrrl movement, and that really changed everything for me. Girls were picking and choosing pieces of 'female' fashion and twisting them: lipstick and baby doll dresses paired with dirty Converse and a skateboard; a cute pageboy haircut and a child’s barrette with hairy armpits and a guitar. I stopped seeing makeup, shaved legs, and dresses as the enemy. They aren’t imperatives of being female; they’re part of a costume that people of any gender can choose to wear or not."

The CDC "recommended" that women of child-bearing age who are not on birth control SHOULD NOT drink, according to The Washington Post. Uhhh, OK. Policing women's bodies much?

Mukundo Angulo on how his imagination set him free at TEDxTeens. He was one of the six brothers in the documentary "The Wolfpack," which focused on Mukunda and his brothers being raised in a New York public housing apartment isolated from society by their paranoid, overbearing father. 

Hannah Lee Jones has a poem over at Apogee:

"And so I was born not of my parents but a welter of syllables, none of which I remember at the Kung Fu demonstration where I spot the little brother of mine, the soup gone from his face, beaming in the crowd and who could no more be my brother than that black kid splitting a cinder block could be Chinese. Oh me, oh life, here’s to another year of pride in whatever you are under the scarlet lights of a holiday that is and isn’t yours, mouthing verses in a play where your teacher calls you by the name of your Filipino classmate, and you feel alike, and different, and lonely, and no longer lonely all at once."


Joanna C. Valente is a human who lives in Brooklyn, New York. She is the author of Sirs & Madams (Aldrich Press, 2014), The Gods Are Dead (Deadly Chaps Press, 2015) & Marys of the Sea (forthcoming 2016, ELJ Publications). She received her MFA in writing at Sarah Lawrence College. She is also the founder of Yes, Poetry, as well as the chief editor for Luna Luna Magazine. 

In Pop Culture Tags hannah lee jones, mukundo angulo, kelly davio, CDC, pregnancy, drinking, tarot, edward gorey, lady gaga, planned parenthood, sexual assault, rape
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Poetry by Margaryta Golovchenko

February 5, 2016

Curated by Lisa A. Flowers

 

Pantone 13-1520: Rose Quartz

Ask why the seas were not made to be pink, for extra consideration

inquiring if they’d like to be repainted. This

is the best question to occupy the wonder with.

Feed curiosity not through the bars of a cage like some mutt,

but on an opal plate. Offer cutlery

that isn’t known to exist. And when she grows her marrow

shall be rich in sugared peach slices as a service

to those who will be taking bites out of her soon. Bathe

her wounds in this same pink sea –

even nature doesn’t mind experimentation –

dress them with last year’s wish lists. That way

she’ll have something to think on while she verifies your star

charts, proposing the longest possible route.


 

Pantone 15-3919: Serenity

Find comfort at the bottom of a swimming pool, among

the accumulated remains of fizzy soda giggles

and unfulfilled kisses. If that’s not enough find street

lamps that have not yet been robbed of their lightbulb hearts.

Collect them. Absorb the aroma

that only comes from the most intimate rambles

released around dusk. And when you’ve filled up go back

to the bottom of that pool. You’ll find the sun

dances best when the water has swallowed you whole,

telling stories along the way about every flower it has dreamed

of growing. If only someone was considerate enough

to walk past with an ink bottle.


Margaryta Golovchenko is a first year undergrad student at the University of Toronto, Canada, and serves as an editor for The Spectatorial and Half Mystic. Her work has appeared in [parenthetical], In/Words, The Impressment Gang, and other publications, and her debut chapbook, Miso Mermaid, is forthcoming from words(on)pages press this fall. She is an avid tea drinker and a collector of trinkets and curiosities. When not maneuvering around her mountain of to-be-read books she can be found sharing her (mis)adventures on Twitter @Margaryta505.

In Poetry & Prose Tags poetry, Margaryta Golovchenko
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