Words Shania Parker
This emotionally wealthy issue includes a variety of articles that draw attention to the convolutions of identity. In regard to how we may perceive, limit, navigate ourselves, these factors, of course, are not solely defined by any particular element. It’s a discursive topic, at times, to wend one’s way through the swelling library of stories that are inclusive of our value systems, life’s purpose, sexual orientation, ethnicities, languages and histories—an understanding of this amalgamation creates a steady sense of belonging.
The fine line of attempting to understand oneself—the layers that already exist—yet remaining receptive to expansion is central to finding a constructive stance towards one’s identity.
With that idea in mind, we encourage our readership to submit any pieces positioned around the characteristics concerning identity: contributing factors, foundational gaps and the topics you believe need further exploration.
Edition 48 sees our contributors touching on topics of abuse, assault, and the objectification of women. The horrifying nature of various pieces can make for an uncomfortable read—they can be nauseating and grotesque conversations, but they’re cardinal to discussing and removing walls around identity, and the reformation of it: this edition will express why.
I would also like to take a space to thank all the storytellers, artists, entertainers, readers and supporters of Verse—we could not put together this magazine without your energies. We hope you have found as much joy from reading and participating as we have.
Sincerely,
Shania
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