Writing In A Woman's Voice

Suitcase Full of Ordinary by Joan Leotta In the attic of my mind, amid the detritus of childhood, sits a suitcase full of ordinary mom...

November wonder by Mary Wescott Riser Where two closed gates meet at the end of the road beyond the Cedar Grove Baptist Church, all ...

High Noon by Cynthia Anderson The poet exits the building in the middle of a reading, leaves her papers at the podium to heed the ca...

Bone Mother by Cynthia Anderson She dwells in the seat of the sacred, building the framework that lets you move through this world— ...

      I Was A Nineties Girl by S. J. Stephens   I wanted to be Madonna      with her stacked jelly bracelets and forbidden sexuality      ...

wrong turn by Eve Rifkah I walk into a spa, a bodega, a superette, a groceria all faces unrecognizable caught in mid-breath all eyes ...

When My Heart Stops, I’ll Float My Boat on a Lake                                                                        by Dianna MacKinnon...