A collection with a feminist ethos that cuts across race, gender identity, and sexuality. Creative activists have reacted to the 2016 Presidential election in myriad ways. Editors Danielle Barnhart and Iris Mahan have drawn on their profound knowledge of the poetry scene to put together an extraordinary list of poets taking a feminist stance against the new authority. What began as an informal collaboration of like-minded poets―to be released as a handbound chapbook―has grown into something far more substantial and ambitious: a fully fledged anthology of women’s resistance, with a portion of proceeds supporting Planned Parenthood and the Center for Reproductive Rights. Representing the complexity and diversity of contemporary womanhood and bolstering the fight against racism, sexism, and violence, this collection unites powerful new writers, performers, and activists with established poets. Contributors include Denice Frohman, Elizabeth Acevedo, Sandra Beasley, Jericho Brown, Mahogany L. Browne, Danielle Chapman, Tyehimba Jess, Kimberly Johnson, Jacqueline Jones LaMon, Maureen N. McLane, Joyce Peseroff, Mary Ruefle, Trish Salah, Patricia Smith, Anne Waldman, and Rachel Zucker. Praise for Women of Resistance Cited by Autostraddle as one of the "Queer and Feminist Books to Read in 2018" "Here we have 49 women and men and queers and inter-sexuals throwing their everything at this moment in time when the patriarch is really shaking, and it looks like he’s about to tumble down. We’ve got this shiny new book. People are scared that nothing will be left after he falls except a bunch of poems. Pick up this glowing book as you’re crawling through the rubble, and poem by poem and page by page you’ll begin to know that you’ll be okay. You’re in there, and so are your friends. You won’t starve, you’re safe and strong thanks to all these proud, funny, violent, trembling words. Start memorizing. Cause the future is here and this stuff is true." ― Eileen Myles DANIELLE BARNHART and IRIS MAHAN are the founding editors of Village of Crickets, a leading literary website. Danielle Barnhart is the recipient of the 2015 Donald Everett Axinn Award in Poetry, and coordinates programming for Adelphi University’s MFA Program in Creative Writing. IRIS MAHAN is a graduate of Adelphi University’s MFA Program, where she was the recipient of The Robert Muroff Scholarship in Creative Writing. She spends her days at The Center for Fiction (New York City), and her nights translating and writing poetry. Sandra Beasley Kiss Me, Kate December 2015 Ruth Bader Ginsburg sits in the nineteenth row of my heart while onstage, a woman has been conscribed to the shape of a shrew. The actress has sparkling blue eyes, an aquiline nose; her shoulders slight, her waist small enough. She is being spanked over our hero’s knee and I am laughing because everyone is laughing except the conductor, who must steady his baton, and the house manager, who has seen it before, and the actors―directed instead to be aghast, agape, gawking, agog, whatever Cole Porter rhymes with dismayed―and Ginsburg, who adjusts the pearl clipped to her ear. She curls the program in her lap. This is tiring, attending theaters of the heart. She doesn’t relish it as Sandra Day O’Connor did, sipping champagne during the intermission of Porgy & Bess. The gangsters soft shoe, reminding us to brush up on our Shakespeare. The actress sings "I am Ashamed That Women Are So Simple." Our chests hurt from laughing. Kate must be tamed, of course. That’s how we’ll know the ending is happy. Previously published in the Mackinac Online Journal Kimberly Johnson Female Locker-room truant in a locked stall Through study hall Hiding, hand-stifling her cries, A girl wide-eyes the unimagined smear Of blood rusting Her fingertips. Secret, quaint horror. Some betrayal of the flesh has left her Vulnerable, Her blithe pellmell Redefining to this singularity. But no. She is smarter Than her body. She will starve This woman out, she will run and outrun The turncoat moon. She will firesale down To a shoestring inventory: item: Two eyes, indifferent Blue; item: brain and brainstem; Item: one mouth, tightened like a screwcap On the business end Of the pipebomb she’s just become. Jacqueline Jones LaMon The Children’s Chorus I want to sing in the Children's Chorus at the church because it looks like so much fun. I am confirmed when I am seven, because I can read the Bible and discuss what I have read. I am allowed to join the Children's Chorus because I can follow the lyrics in the hymnal. The pastor speaks to my mother after church and offers to pick me up and take me home so I can make all the rehearsals. I am the youngest member of the chorus. The pastor says I'm pretty. The pastor calls me into his office. The pastor lifts me up and puts me on his lap. The pastor kisses me. I squirm, tell him I don't like it, don't like the line of waxed hair above his lip.