A Tribute to Mrs.
by Chayala Friedman Maybe the best writers are the ones with the most tragic lives. Or maybe, they just have the gift of making it… Read More »A Tribute to Mrs.
by Chayala Friedman Maybe the best writers are the ones with the most tragic lives. Or maybe, they just have the gift of making it… Read More »A Tribute to Mrs.
by Erin Ajello I still feel like less then I should be, A wannabe real girl, An imitation woman, but genuine child. I see everyone… Read More »Slow but Steady
by Erin Ajello At the time, you were an outfit I could not afford that I would have sold my soul for. So when I… Read More »More Metaphors
by Erin Ajello He put his arm around my waist, and we worked on inching our hands closer until we could link them together. I… Read More »Beginnings
by Kristen Walsh I’m still clinging to time I can feel the scratches on my spine There are bruises on my thighs My lips are… Read More »Still
by Alexis Romano No, I am no Sylvia Plath. My name is Alexis, but you Henry, you! are uglier than sin. Even uglier than me… Read More »To Henry: The Uptight Critic
by Evy Michalos In honoring what each of us holds dear There is no other woman for our sake Who, like a constant cadent song… Read More »To My Mother
by Evy Michalos When you, sometimes in fear or fiery pride, See fit to boast vast land at your behest, I catch a glimpse, your… Read More »To My Father
by Arianna James How does it go again? Oh right. Right. Colonel Mustard in the library with the noose. You. You in the hearts of… Read More »Untitled
by Margaret Iuni They say never go to bed angry, but we were never the type to follow advice. When I rolled over and saw… Read More »Sunday Morning
by Margaret Iuni Click here to read Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3. Straya “I’m sorry, did you not want to leave?” I rolled my… Read More »Part 4: Closer To Home
by Lindsay Griffiths This pain I fight to dismiss as trivial in light of global tragedy. And yet, I ache. He walked me to my… Read More »Ache