Cover Photo: A photo of a stately, empty, plantation house and its grounds, covered in the shadowy wisp of a green skull.
Photographs by Adam Kring and Line White/Unsplash

We Are the Flare

The house erupted faster than it should, but that’s the trouble with dancing on somebody else’s hurt.

Beware of the supplication of the oppressed, for it ascends to Allah as if it were a flare.
Source: al-Mustadrak 118

Before it ate enough of the house to calm, the fire took on faces; gnashing teeth, furrowed brows.

You’re back, you’re back, oh, you’ve come back,


We felt each other and we felt beyond and we felt a fury that we, as children, should not have been capable of carrying.

Vanessa Taylor (@bacontribe) is a freelance writer based out of Minneapolis, Minnesota. She's interested in using a multi disciplinary approach to social justice, from on-the-grounds activism to finding accessible ways to educate community, with writing as a way to make sense of it all. Her work has appeared in Racked, Teen Vogue, Rise Up Review, and elsewhere. She is currently an Arts & Culture co-editor for Sapelo Square and a fellow for Muslim Wellness' inaugural DREL fellowship class.