At Least Prostitutes Bring Home Money by Sokunthary Svay
Oct09

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...

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There Was a Door by Leatha Kendrick
Oct05

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...

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And Rose Our Voices Like Waves
Oct05

And Rose Our Voices Like Waves

Dear Creative Woman, Today we respond to the call of our times and our community to release the confluence of women’s voices — both from our anthology and new work — into shared, published WAVES. Our New WAVES         “Dragging Virginia Woolf’s Body Out of the Ouse” WAVES digital cover art by Christy Sheffield Sanford, Artist in Residence, Global Day Camp, Oct. 24  ...

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She Let Herself Go by George Ella Lyon
Sep23

She Let Herself Go by George Ella Lyon

“She Let Herself Go” by George Ella Lyon   1. She let herself go    soft    fat   sexual    She let herself go to the library to college to extremes    She let herself go wild   and gray   and all the way  She let herself go deep    go alone    go sane     She let herself stay    She let herself abide by her own rules    She let herself out    She let herself in    Let herself in for it    She put down her mask    She...

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Hymnal, Linda Ravenswood
Sep23

Hymnal, Linda Ravenswood

  Hymnal by Linda Ravenswood     And there she was —    on Broadway    between 49th    and 50th —        and you know          what that means, even if you don’t know the city        you can still feel it —          because New York    is...

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