Category: The Last Word

Writers getting the last word. HFR is invested in elevating art by marginalized groups with this feature.

  • Five Poems by Eleanor Levine

    Five Poems by Eleanor Levine

    The Day After I’m crying for you America.For all the bullies who have picked on you.Knotted your hair in a twist.Soaked your face in leeches.Perpetuated myths about your reality.Sunk you in the apple barrel and pushed you deeper into it.Made you drown, but let you breathe, only to worry you might drown again.I am sorry…

  • Three Poems by Stevie Edwards

    Three Poems by Stevie Edwards

    Five Days Before the Election & I don’t want to feel the earth today because a rich man is in itwho says he has the right to grab the most mine thing I can think of but maybe wouldn’t want tobecause maybe I am almost thirty & have grown stately in myself these last three years,watched ass…

  • Poetry & Song: “My Joyous Crown” by Nancy Christensen King & Alani Keiser

    Poetry & Song: “My Joyous Crown” by Nancy Christensen King & Alani Keiser

    My Joyous Crown (Poem by Nancy Christensen King) Calculating and deliberateAs Flamenco dancers’ feet,You tapped and stomped upon my heartControlling every beat. Frightening, yet soothingLoyalty became,A necessary melodyMy freedom to defame. Like a raging fireLeaves no stick unburned,The marrow of my spiritTo ashen ruins turned. Until I could not bearThe weight of heavy hands,A voice…

  • Essay: “Return to Pleasantville” by Tabitha Blankenbiller

    Essay: “Return to Pleasantville” by Tabitha Blankenbiller

    In the 1998 film Pleasantville, one of my favorites according to my college MySpace page, an alternate-universe, black-and-white TV town undergoes a metamorphosis. Led by the arrival of achingly young Tobey McGuire and Reese Witherspoon from our world, the small world residents are introduced to the foreign concepts of sex, art, and literature—revolution by proxy,…

  • Poetry: “American Beast” by Tara Campbell

    Poetry: “American Beast” by Tara Campbell

    It enters on soft pawsand nuzzles your cheekand tells you it’s okay.It says it’s not your faultyour father lost his jobor is working threeor isn’t there at all. It prowls your houseand tickles your chin with Its whiskersand says it’s not your mother’s faultshe’s too tired to play with you.Mommy has to sit, It purrs,…