Writing In A Woman's Voice

Molly's Moon by Petra F. Bagnardi Bathed in honeyed and milky perfection, the moon shrouds Molly in a glow of childhood bliss; so s...

What is rape? I asked my mother the summer when I was nine by Nina Heiser Rape, she said, is what men do to women. Her answer was vague...

Old Sorrow by Sandra Kohler Today it's my mother's, dying, knowing she is terrified of death and at once pulled by the despera...

The people in the wicker basket by Dörthe Huth     The people lie in a wicker basket under grandmother´s phone in black & white, un...

The long summer of my mother’s dying     by Mara Buck                                                                       She smiles. A...

On today's full moon, this month's Moon Prize , the 75th, goes to Heather Nanni's poem " Fox." Fox by Heather Nann...

Bread crumbs and bay leaves by Emalisa Rose Shrinking in stature, a myriad of maladies wraps round her shriveling body, enduring cala...