On Disrupting the Silence — Part Two

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The Language of Griefby Kristi DiLallo

“As the years passed, it was hard to keep my grief from spilling out into every part of my life. I tried to contain it, to shrink it, to make it go away. I thought it was toxic, that it would stain everything and everyone it touched. It wasn’t because someone told me to look at grief this way; it was because the people around me only seemed to talk about grief in ways that felt safe to them.”


Therapy in Creativity: How One Poet Uses Art For Protest and Healing by Anna Gibson

“Write something that makes you feel weak when you say it.”


To Be Vulnerable and Fearless: An Interview with Writer Warsan Shire by Kameelah Janan

“Not everyone is okay with living like an open wound. But the thing about open wounds is that, well, you aren’t ignoring it, your healing, the fresh air can get to it. It’s honest. You aren’t hiding who you are. You aren’t rotting.”


I Gave A Speech About Race To The Publishing Industry And No One Heard Me by Mira Jacob

“Get in here. Be a part of this.”


Permission to Make Noise by Rachel McKibbens

“Every night, we’d get pulled aside, and it would always be apparent that these women were opening themselves up in a way that frightened them.”


Quiet from Matilda the Musical

“And though the people around me,
Their mouths are still moving,
The words they are forming
Cannot reach me anymore.”


Say Something by A Great Big World

“Say something
I’m giving up on you”


Control by Halsey

“I’m well acquainted
With villains that live in my bed
They beg me to write them
So they’ll never die when I’m dead”


Many Moons by Janelle Monae

“So strong for so long
All I wanna do is sing my simple song”


Heartless by Kanye West

“In the night I hear them talk
the coldest story ever told
somewhere far along this road
He lost his soul”


Cleaning Out my Closet by Angel Haze

“Yeah, there’s a story behind every single scar that I show
I made it out, this a me nobody’s gotten before
I had to open my wounds, I had to bleed til I stopped it
Thanks for joining me here as I cleaned out my closet
I said I opened my wounds, I had to bleed til I stopped it
Thanks for joining me here as I cleaned out my closet”


A Dream by Common and will.i.am

“Dear Self, I wrote a letter just to better my soul,
If I don’t express it then forever I’ll hold, inside”



“Breaking is freeing, broken is freedom. I am not broken, I am free.”


Short Term 12

“Please, you have to let me in your head once in a while or I’m just going to go nuts, Okay?”


Precious: Based on the Novel by Sapphire


Well …I never talked in class

before. I guess now I could do that




How does it make you feel?

Precious looks around but seems to be searching inside more

than anywhere else.

After a moment…


…Here. It make me feel …here.”


The Sixth Sense

“Cole: I don’t tell her things.

Malcolm: Why not?

Cole: Because she doesn’t look at me like everybody else, and I don’t want her to. I don’t want her to know.


The Words

“At some point, you have to choose between life and fiction. The two are very close, but they never actually touch.”



“I had lines inside me, a string of guiding lights. I had language. Fiction and poetry are doses, medicines. What they heal is the rupture reality makes on the imagination. I had been damaged, and a very important part of me had been destroyed–that was my reality, the facts of my life. But on the other side of the facts was who I could be, how I could feel. And as long as I had words for that, images for that, stories for that, then I wasn’t lost.” – Jeanette Winterson


Contributing Editor

Alexis Smithers is a twenty one year old explosion of messes. They are queer black writer that was published in a book about how horses heal (Wild at Heart by Heather Kirby), and has work that can be found on theEEEL. Fun facts: they tied a pillowcase to their back and tried to fly after seeing Sky High, their mantra can be found in Wreck-It Ralph, The Babadook, or Orphan Black (depending on the day) and they’re terrified of mostly everything but art makes the fear easier to hold.