Writing In A Woman's Voice

Tonight I Will Dream Of Anjelica, My First Ex-Girlfriend, Who Taught Me The Rules Of The Road… by Alexis Rhone Fancher Anjelica...

(Three Little Words) for Francesca Bell by Alexis Rhone Fancher 1. M has never said I love you before. Not to me. 2. H...

Excerpt from “What Fruit She Bears,” a Memoir by Judith A. Lawrence Prelude: We were two little English girls in a foster home in w...

2 Worlds by Charlotte Hamrick The outsiders blew into town drivin’ just a little too fast in their fancy foreign car laughin’ a...

Where the Lost Things Go by Leonore Hildebrandt Her child is resting, tucked against her back as she walks the great forest. ...

Crocodile Blues by Semia Harbawi When my eyes open like crocodile slits that emerge gradually from the miasma of a swamp, a groan...

An Introspection by Sheena Singh Today, on my way to the grave I looked back to recap my life. A series of screen shots unwind be...