“I did have the feeling that someone was gonna come back and do something horrible again after that.” Producer: Whit Missildine Editors: Nigel Coutinho, Whit Missildine ANNOUNCEMENTS This Is Actually Happening online store now officially open. Follow this link www.actuallyhappeningstore.com to access branded t-shirts, posters, stickers and more from the shop. You can now find new and archival episodes of This Is Actually Happening completely ad-free, on Stitcher Premium. For a free month of Stitcher Premium, go to stitcherpremium.com/wondery and use promo code WONDERY. Content/Trigger Warnings: physical violence, assault, emotional abuse, thisisactuallyhappening.com Instagram: @actuallyhappening Episode Sponsors: FabFitFun www.fabfitfun.com Promo code: HAPPENING Intro Music: "Illabye" - Tipper Ambient themes by Nigel Coutinho Outro Music: "The Moon is Down" - El Diablo & Adam Schraft (Rojo y Negro) @eldiablosf @rojo-y-negro www.eldiablobass.com/
Glynn goes to the donut shop at 3 am and ends up playing a few games of chess. He sees a challenge but will he see the board?
(borrowing a line from Walt Whitman) because there’s always one week where there is a nightmare. because the boundaries of a city are the friendships we made along the way. because i don’t like my thighs. you do. because the vending machine gave me an extra missile. because someone kisses my cheek at night and i know they’ll be there at dawn. because dinosaurs had lovers too, before the asteroid settled in. and what are you a doctor of, archeology or physics? the trauma, or the blunt force? because god gave me hands to squeeze, fingers to mouth. because my twitter timeline holds a secret only i can find. shhh- don’t tell. because on maps, the distance has a way of seeming surmountable- the topology of loss doesn’t want to be a line. because i’m singing, all at once and right on key. because the temple, the grandeur, the slicing of the tendon. because the tree turned upside down, the roots turned branches, all the leaves crammed under dirt, suffocating. i’m writing trees because i’m sick of trying to make corpses lovely. i guess i’ll just song of myself again: I wish I could translate the hints about the dead young men and women. because maybe this time i will find only the one corpse beside me at dawn. his lips latched onto my cheek. dinosaurs, the both of us, waiting for the end of everything. ————————————– Fargo Tbakhi called us from Lexington, KY. SUPPORT US ON PATREON: patreon.com/voicemailpoems voicemailpoems.org/call facebook.com/voicemailpoems twitter.com/voicemailpoems instagram.com/voicemailpoems voicemailpoems.org/thepodcast
Halverwege de jaren negentig was alle porno nog analoog en Sidney Vollmer een jaar of veertien.
Like this program? Please show us the love. Click here ow.ly/oSpU30hHCXp and support our non-profit journalism. Thanks! On this edition of Making Contact we present, The Struggle Inside: The Murder of George Jackson, a program about the modern anti-prison movement. This year marks the 40th anniversary of Black August, first originated in the California prisons to honor fallen Freedom Fighters, George and Jonathan Jackson, Khatari Gaulden, James McClain, and William Christmas. Jonathan Jackson was gunned down outside the Marin County courthouse on August 7, 1970 as he attempted to take hostages in a plan to negotiate the release of his brother, George. This action liberated three imprisoned Black Liberation Fighters: James McClain, William Christmas and Ruchell Magee. Ruchell Magee still imprisoned, and is the sole survivor of the Marin County Rebellion.
The results of our May workshop are in! Five pieces, five accomplished producers for our August 2019 Voices Project broadcast. Made possible by Idaho Humanities Council.
(after Ernie Barnes' "Sugar Shack") On a cherryplanked floor in Durham I twerk my soul into the weekend I sweat out my devils over the crooner’s voice An exorcism in the wee hours Hips gyrate allusions of Jazz June in a beehive of celestial beings Fingers pranced in air as if the Holy Ghost grasp last week’s despair Utopia is a prayer often flawed yet when perfect everything is invincible here Dance my blackness and sins in this hole in the wall and I make sweet love Feverishly until I'm christened in a sea of survivors and the banners sway in the rafters like a manifesto Tonight I do not feel grotesque suicidal poor Am not the blackblue pulse scratchin for a throb, my existence Press my smile towards the light fixtures as God is kissing anew me into next week Watch me moonwalk in heaven for a moment Watch me illuminate ————————————– Rodrick Minor called us from Philadelphia, PA. SUPPORT US ON PATREON: patreon.com/voicemailpoems voicemailpoems.org/call facebook.com/voicemailpoems twitter.com/voicemailpoems instagram.com/voicemailpoems voicemailpoems.org/thepodcast
“My personhood had been shattered into a thousand pieces that I and my family were left to pick up one at a time.” Producer: Whit Missildine Editor: Whit Missildine ANNOUNCEMENTS The This Is Actually Happening online store is now officially open. Follow this link https://www.teepublic.com/stores/this-is-actually-happening-store?ref_id=9467 to access branded t-shirts, posters, stickers and more from the shop. You can now find new and archival episodes of This Is Actually Happening completely ad-free, on Stitcher Premium. For a free month of Stitcher Premium, go to stitcherpremium.com/wondery and use promo code WONDERY. Content/Trigger Warnings: medical trauma, explicit language thisisactuallyhappening.com Instagram: @actuallyhappening Episode Sponsors: Medical Mysteries podcast, from Parcast Intro Music: "Illabye" - Tipper Ambient themes by Nigel Coutinho Outro Music: "The Moon is Down" - El Diablo & Adam Schraft (Rojo y Negro) @eldiablosf @rojo-y-negro www.eldiablobass.com/
we’ve spent all morning staring at the water stain on your ceiling, until it grows into a homeland we have no name for but “here”. i mean today, i live without knowledge of my borders. i learn to unline myself. we are no longer someone’s stateless daughters. i have forty-nine cents to my name & i cannot be whittled down any further. in the sun, we unravel ourselves full-bodied. peel off our clothes like citrus rinds. i toss shame onto the pool deck with my underwear. there is a giggle bursting from my lips & it is un-modest, saltating over the fence that separates us from neighbors & other gazes. “shhh...” you say, but summer has made us restless & our laughter is already ninety degrees & rising. we are proud graceless in this southern heat, wearing nothing but our humid airs. i arch my breasts in the water. i wring myself of decorum. we are brown, woman, & unsorry. we are whole in all our too much. let the mosquitoes bite on this amongst themselves. this is a tender that does not sting or swell into abashment. intimacy means: have you ever been naked like this? have you ever seen a bareness so ample? have you loved & been loved with all your scabby knees & unposed acreage? the afternoon bears witness to our ungainly & cracks a smile. june & our youth are already half gone. & we have never been more brief & beautiful. ————————————– Lauren Licona called us from Sanford, FL. SUPPORT US ON PATREON: patreon.com/voicemailpoems voicemailpoems.org/call facebook.com/voicemailpoems twitter.com/voicemailpoems instagram.com/voicemailpoems voicemailpoems.org/thepodcast
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"We care so much about our communities and the folks we serve." In this episode, Leah Coplon talks about her path to becoming an abortion care provider, how abortion fits into the full spectrum of sexual and reproductive health care, what it's really like in the clinic, and what it means to connect with other independent abortion care providers. This episode was made in collaboration with Abortion Care Network (ACN) and was recorded at their 2019 annual conference. ACN is a nonprofit membership organization for independent abortion clinics. Independent clinics — like Maine Family Planning, where Leah Coplon works — provide the majority of abortion care in the U.S. ACN provides the staff of those clinics with support, training, and resources. Leah Coplon MPH, RN is the Program Director at Maine Family Planning, overseeing abortion care and strategizing for innovative ways of reaching rural patients to increase access to abortion, contraception, and transgender health services. Leah worked as an Assistant Professor in the Department of Nursing at the University of New England. She has practiced full-scope midwifery, worked as a labor and delivery nurse, and has been in the field of reproductive health for over 25 years. Leah received a BA in sociology/anthropology from Carleton College and her BSN from the University of Pennsylvania. Additionally, she holds a Master of Science from Philadelphia University and a Master of Public Health from the University of New England and is board certified as a Nurse Midwife with the American College of Nurse Midwives.
A man inspired by joy writes a song, then he discovers it’s become a weapon. And a boy beat down by life learns to fight back, with the help of an upper-cut and milkshakes
In Kerry Lindorfer's second piece for Radio Boise, he profiles a number of men dealing with emotional and physical issues. Here are the threads that bond them together.
Guest host Josh Radnor presents two stories that are favorites of novelist and screenwriter Richard Price ("Lush Life," "The Wire") and Colson Whitehead remembers his personal New York. Maggie Gyllenhaal reads Isaac Babel’s tale of local crime and politics, “The King,” and Rita Wolf reads Lucia Berlin’s odd love triangle, “The Love Affair.” Whitehead’s “Lost and Found” is read by Alec Baldwin.
Romeo + Juliet but this time juliet doesn’t text back, romeo embraces his bisexuality, he + mercutio kiss a lot + no one advises a young girl to drink all that nyquil Taming of the Shrew but this time no one is expected to laugh watching a man starve his wife, + in the end, our fierce femme protagonist pulls a pin out of her fascinator, stabs petruchio in the neck + stars in the second season of glow on netflix Hamlet but this time hamlet is trans, a non-binary femme doing their makeup + asking themselves to be or not to be because what is sitting down to a vanity + painting your hard face in its soft truth for the first time if not interrogating in your own mortality + this time the royal family invests in some really good grief counsellors, + no one shames the young prince for crying, + the young prince doesn’t gaslight their girlfriend + no one dresses for their daughter’s funeral because no one drowns because no one is stabbed because no one has to die You + Me but this time we don’t define our worth by how well our bodies retell someone else’s story + we laugh until we cry + we cry until we laugh, because the binary of comedy and tragedy — like all binaries — cannot hold us + i embrace grief as counselor + i am not afraid to be femme + you are not afraid to text back + we throw a funeral for shame + we kiss a lot + we drown in stars + in the end, we glow every second of every season ————————————– Kevin Kantor called us from New York, NY. SUPPORT US ON PATREON: patreon.com/voicemailpoems voicemailpoems.org/call facebook.com/voicemailpoems twitter.com/voicemailpoems instagram.com/voicemailpoems voicemailpoems.org/thepodcast
Before Boko Haram guns sank holes in his skull, He was a lively boy, he was a sprinter, he was his high school's champion. Before he became the reason for familial grief, He was the origin of my mother's smiles. I cannot say "our mother" because Bashir is dead. He is now dust, Grasses have grown from his body. And to use the pronoun "our" Is to make my mother revisit the first phase of her grief. The dead things do not come alive again in this city Filled with bomblasts and gunshots. I remember, I remember your last words; I can see them as if in a vision, Written boldly on my mind's walls: "Save me, Bareed! Save me, Bareed! I am dying"; But I did not look backwards because I was running, Running from those who separate the soul from its body; Because when fire burns us all, We do not save others before ourselves. I do not write with tears anymore Because salt water is no elixir— Powerless to cause resurrection. I still grief; Grief never truly goes away, But I have learned to live peacefully With the memory of a dead brother. And I am blessing his gone soul with this poem. ————————————– Kolawole Samuel Adebayo called us from Akure, Ondo State, Nigeria. SUPPORT US ON PATREON: patreon.com/voicemailpoems voicemailpoems.org/call facebook.com/voicemailpoems twitter.com/voicemailpoems instagram.com/voicemailpoems voicemailpoems.org/thepodcast
Producer Joe Gumiensky profiles Peace Corps who experienced serving in the Peace Corps before and after social media.
A musician writes a song so catchy, it takes over the world...then he finds out it's become a weapon. "Easy Street" turned into something it was never meant to be. This story contains explicit language, sensitive listeners are advised. A big thanks to Joe Sivick & producer Deena Prichep Producer: John Fecile Original Score: Renzo Gorrio Season 10 Episode 21
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