Archive for tag: Reports from the Field

07.092017November 12, 2019

Report from the Field: “It’s okay, it’s art, keep going.”

Report from the Field: “It’s okay, it’s art, keep going.”

By Sarah ClarkIn Reports from the FieldTags censorship, complicity, editors, Feminism, harassment, poetry, publishing, rape apologism, rape culture, rape threats, Reports from the Field, restorative justice, sexism, social media, stalking, torture

This Report from the Field is a republication of Kolleen Carney’s personal blog post at https://kolleencarney.com/2017/08/24/82317-pt-2/amp/ regarding the developing controversy regarding a member of the...

21.062017September 10, 2019

Report from the Field: Drunken Boat Is Now Anomaly

Report from the Field: Drunken Boat Is Now Anomaly

By Sarah ClarkIn Reports from the FieldTags Anomalous Press, Anomaly, Drunken Boat, Erica Mena-Landry, Ravi Shankar, Reports from the Field

This Report from the Field is a republication of Erica Mena-Landry’s personal blog post regarding the developing controversy regarding literary figure Ravi Shankar. ~~~ [A...

16.042017September 10, 2019

Report from the Field: Too Big To Fuck Up

Report from the Field: Too Big To Fuck Up

By Sarah ClarkIn Reports from the FieldTags abuse, accountability, allyship, emotional labor, gatekeeping, Ginger Ko, literary community, male fragility, microaggression, nice guy, patriarchy, Reports from the Field, sexism, social media, survivors, unpaid labor, victim-blaming

I’ve had straight cis men do fucked up things to me. I’ve been witness to straight cis men doing fucked up things to others. It...

08.092014September 10, 2019

Report from the Field: Quid Pro Quo

Report from the Field: Quid Pro Quo

By Jessica ReidyIn Reports from the FieldTags application, community, creative writing, Feminism, feminist, letter of recommendation, MFA, misogyny, notebook, op-ed, poem, poet, poetry, Reports from the Field, safety, sexual harassment, trust, university, violation, Women, women writers

What I remember is red wine sloshing in hotel coffee mugs. What I remember is trying to scoot out of reach of his hand, the...