Writing In A Woman's Voice

  My Body as Rock Creek Park by Deborah Hefferon   My body meanders through the city on a sweet braided network of nectar-reconnai...

Winter by Andrea Smith The crunching snow The signal to doom The rings and the clicks The voice at the other end; tiresome, exasperate...

Owed by Reena Kapoor I have answers for the complacent ones, who lounge in their stupor Bleating on: What can we do? we are too little,...

  MOTHER/DAUGHTER DAY by Michelle Meyer   I pulled my hand out of her hand somewhere around Maurice’s, Cinnabon or possibly Orange Ju...

Sweet Refuge by Djehane Hassouna Unable to wrap her small arms completely around me, She attempts to comfort me as best as she can. Bu...

  You by Shreya Dhital You appear and the furrow between my brows  leaves a grin in its wake  * * * * * Shreya was six years old...

Seen by Rebecca McSwain   In countless photographs, behind the lens, she was invisible, or at most a shadow to be edited out as necessary...