Writing In A Woman's Voice

  Once I Had Wings   by Kari Gunter-Seymour     I yield to the ache that overtakes me in this fallow field, red clay dust, the shattered b...

  What They Call A Poem by Praniti Gulyani   I’m afraid you might have just twisted your pen in the wrong direction causing it to swerve, s...

  Six Feet           by Dotty LeMieux The length of my dog’s leash. Meeting another,             twelve feet between wary humans,         ...

  Mrs. Sisyphus Sweeps Acorns by Dotty LeMieux There he goes, hands greased against the strain pushing that rock up that hill again an...

  The TV by Agnes Ezra Arabella The absence sits on the window sill It looks like the tree growing in front of it limbs long and croo...

  How the four of us lost it by Emalisa Rose Betty was first; it was under the boardwalk, down at the Rock, only the gulls were arou...

  Home by Halves by Betsy Mars I smell pancakes and coffee coming from the kitchen, but they're not made for me. In this bifurc...