Lupus Outwits Me, Declares Martial Law by Susan Eisenberg
“Lupus Outwits Me, Declares Martial Law” by Susan Eisenberg Who would dream to awaken from fevered sleep stun-gunned into paralysis by their own ruthless doppelganger: power stations overtaken in a pre-dawn coup; from every organ of the body a triumphant, unfamiliar flag! Who wouldn’t be humbled by their double’s brazen brilliance? Or, begin at once to plot in whispers the first frantic steps of resistance?...
Inside Frida Kahlo’s Body by Mercedes Lawry
“Inside Frida Kahlo’s Body” by Mercedes Lawry Wildfires are burning, children are returning to the womb and birds are having their wings plucked slowly, feather by feather, keeping silent. The old rich men would never understand. Shadows will eclipse the heart but something else is missing. Pain is a career and the interpretation fills canvas after canvas. Love is an echo of that pain. Where does she put it...
Sooner or Later the Body Betrays Us by Beverly Lafontaine
“Sooner or Later the Body Betrays Us” by Beverly Lafontaine The knock comes in the middle of the night. Though it has no echo, I search the outlines of chairs and tables,...
Bet You Thought You Saw the Last of Me by Rachel Durs
“Bet You Thought You Saw the Last of Me” by Rachel Durs I used to think that I hated the person I was. I used to think that I left her to die and became someone so much better, But now I know I reached into the past and grabbed her out of there And left all her hang-ups behind. Now I know I didn’t become me by ousting her, but that together we’re the hero of this story – She just happens to...
How Big the Sky by Anna Hundert
“How Big the Sky” by Anna Hundert 1. he steals my darkest lipstick, the one I never wear, and holds me tightly from behind although I do not struggle, I shake as a steady hand writes his name across my back in my darkest lipstick, the one I never wear, which isn’t very dark but dark enough to look like blood. I push him away and then let him draw me close again and then wonder if this has happened to every...
The Distance Between by Maureen McQuerry
“The Distance Between” by Maureen McQuerry You tell me to lean into sorrow as a horse leans against a fence, day after day, believing in time his weight will topple it, like a child leans into her mother, forehead to breastbone, the twin press of despair and hope. Tonight the air is charged with wanting, electric blue. The distance between a question and answer is a skitter of light, the long ache from gravid...
Not Always by Denise Miller
“Not Always” by Denise Miller Remember stones skipped across man-made lake. Remember tall grass browned by sunlight. Remember bouldered footsteps against linoleum. Remember town— city’s antithesis. Remember the bodies of buildings only one story high balanced on basements taller than their skeletons above ground. Remember rock and stone and wood. Remember aluminum and that streetlight bouncing off it like a...
Survivor’s Guide to Sex by Elizabeth Hoover
“Survivor’s Guide to Sex” by Elizabeth Hoover Two days before the declared frost, cold snap. You wake to find the fields a bank, stalks lost to morning light. Walk through wheat, stems snap, brittle with cold. Look into an ear: each kernel is brushed white. You notice details like that more often now—how, when wheat bends under the weight of ice its hair catches in the frozen mud and can’t yank free, even in...
What Is the Medicine for Rape by Trina Porte
“What Is the Medicine for Rape” by Trina Porte last week at the acupuncturist while tiny needles helped my qi unblock the doctor told me that the chinese view the inside of the body as a garden with a waterfall flowing through next week i want to ask him do the chinese have a word for rape what is the character for it and does a spot in the garden die or does the waterfall wash it away ...
Comfort Woman by Tanya Ko-Hong
“Comfort Woman” by Tanya Ko-Hong On August 14, 1991, in Seoul, a woman named Hak Soon Kim came forward to denounce the Japanese for the sexual enslavement of more than 200,000 women during WWII. They were referred to as “Wianbu” in Korean and “Comfort Women” in English. 1939, Chinju, South Kyangsan Province Holding tiny hands fingertips balsam flower red colored by summer’s end ripening...
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