Author Archives: Kimberly Robb Baker

Provenance (a Poem)

Provenance The monsters are winning battles. We’re taxing the poor to feed the rich, Nazareth cancelled Christmas, What we’ve done to Jerusalem is so bleak, No birth or rebirth can be imagined. But still I hope, and for very good … Continue reading

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The Story I Can’t Tell You, Per Patriarchal Gag Order

The patriarchy is real. While its poster boys seem to be tumbling like dominoes, there is still great risk to those who speak out. I can’t write publicly about some of my particulars—you know, the ones that are so raw, … Continue reading

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When You Dismiss My Internet Friendships as Shallow

Someone told me over the weekend that they have real friends, not “internet friends.” It was meant to be a verbal stab. But the place it landed was shiny and tough with scars from the many times extended family have … Continue reading

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Teach Your Children Not to Harm a Hair on a Black Person’s Head

The morning of the Charlottesville Nazi march, my white-presenting daughter rubbed her black friend’s short hair and told him it felt like dog hair. This happened in front of me and his mother. We’d been lost in our adult conversation, … Continue reading

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Consent and the Myth of the Cold Woman

Isn’t it funny that women are called cold, but no one questions why a man could be turned on enough to fuck a woman who has become a still mass of cells, each of them quietly (or noisily) saying, “No. … Continue reading

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Sisters’ Book Burning (Fiction)

Upon waking, the first thing I felt was cheated. I’d planned it out, gotten my throat to swallow that disgusting crap, yet here I still was. The crank window got me. Opening it was a laborious thing, like some occupational … Continue reading

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Flowers Need the Touch of Your Butterfly Feet (Fiction)

I’m trusting you with my crazy story in hopes that it will help you free yourself. And don’t ask, “Free myself from what?” As soon as I mentioned freedom, your inner voice gave you that answer loud and clear. I … Continue reading

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