“When You Reach the Red” by Gabriela Frank
“When You Reach the Red” by Gabriela Frank “Sometimes she feels that her body is open to the air. There is nothing that separates her from herself.” —The Vertical Interrogation of Strangers by Bhanu Kapil The test of a woman is not in what she will achieve or what she won’t. It is not in how far she will travel nor the height of the mountains she’ll climb. It isn’t in what she will suffer or...
“No Faith Without Body” excerpt by Cassie Premo Steele
“No Faith Without Body” excerpt by Cassie Premo Steele The Catholic Church taught me about pain. My first sexual assault happened while I attended a Catholic elementary school, I had been assaulted by a Catholic boy in high school, and the Bishop decided to close my high school that was an intellectual and spiritual haven for women. Immaculata, named after Mary and honoring her immaculate conception, put this...
Healing Across Time and Space
Dear Creative Woman, To begin to comprehend our need for each other, consider the medieval pair Hildegard von Bingen (a mystic cloistered from age eight) and Eleanor of Aquitaine (a queen imprisoned by her husband for sixteen years), who forged an epistolary relationship. Today, we are no longer forced to wait patiently for letters to cross seas, yet our connection is equally precious....
At Least Prostitutes Bring Home Money by Sokunthary Svay
“At Least Prostitutes Bring Home Money” by Sokunthary Svay Why you come home late in the dark You wear the dress and stupid big boot no job Where the money you want me save? At least prostitute bring home money What you want for dinner—noodle again? Yeah you like your big noodle Don’t worry about freckle American men like that Go to college get marry then work bring home money...
There Was a Door by Leatha Kendrick
“There Was a Door” by Leatha Kendrick There was a door and her hand on its lever. In too many clothes – her coat’s wide cape collar, her high button shoes, a bonnet heavy and huge whose beruffled lining frames a thin face. Enough to smother a watcher. For more than a century she’s stood, not going through. Was she leaving or coming home? Time has carried her cheekbones into our Susie. Susie running...
Art is my taste for freedom. I drown day and day until I pick up my paintbrush once again. So, somehow, I can tell myself that you’re not stuck in this room and that the canvas is the key.
Nina Salvadoré
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