By Remica Bingham-Risher
But for the grace of Godone might begin andthis must be the life of a woman. I will barely touch the...
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- By Cornelius EadySome folks will tell you the blues is a woman,Some type of supernatural creature.My mother would tell...
- By Corey Van Landinghamwas, according to Virgil, always a fickle, unstable thing. Woman. Wyf. Merger of wife and man. To indicate: not-girl. Not...
- By Sylvia ChanI want to begin this poem with two stories:1. In 1984, my mother was pulled over for speeding in a rural...
- By Brandon YoungMy father said to me once your only choices are the factories. Oil stains or the selfsame bruises. No...
- By Brandon YoungOh, don’t worry, we will let our hair down tonight— but first we must remember on this stage, the queen...
- By Rickey LaurentiisWhy doubt I’d grow breasts a ‘Natural’ way? Am I not ‘Real’ Flesh? Am I not enworthied sway of that Biology? Not...
- By Kristín Svava Tómasdóttirlearningnonsense sheer vanity such outrageous thoughts back then girls learning to write! you’re not...
- By Kristín Svava Tómasdóttirher mind ranged higher than common happenings no miser- or mutable soul was she enjoyed herself reading...
- By Jackie SabbaghIt is day infinity of everyone wanting me dead. People are having fun bringing lemon squares and automatic...
- By Kristín Svava Tómasdóttirsnow in most tracks stories obscured from pagebound memory these lines only attempt to save a few remarkable...
- By Karyna McGlynn& watch Kevin Bacon conjure fake tears in a Real Hallway & I am Real Tears in a fake hallway & “Procreation...
- By Jackie SabbaghI am so in love with the female CEO. My checks come on time and I saw the livestream of her speaking...
- By K. IverAt my beloved’s burial,I can’t see his body.Only carnations. I hearyour name and my beloved’sin the ...
- By Jos Charlesits a secrete the grls speeching mye hole / inn 2 the lindens / wee go out & playe footballe / verie...
- By DaMaris B. HillEvery wife must apologize for not being her husband’s mother? But he will not forgive you. The absence...
- By H.D.He and I sought together, over the spattered table, rhymes and flowers, gifts for a name. He said, among...
- By Alison C. RollinsI am a product of my time. Time is a body that resembles a sound without a scale. Forever foreclosed...
- By Beth Ann Fennellyreveals itself in retrospect. Unlike the first, whose March arrival bade you gasp, hands clasped, like...
- By Liz BerryI crossed the border into the Republic of Motherhoodand found it a queendom, a wild queendom.I handed...