Sometimes I leave the blood on my skin, To remember that red is not the colour of violence. And that I am not a victim waiting to happen. This space between my legs is not a crime scene. Red is not a blood stained sidewalk, It is not the cut of a prostitute’s gown, Sometimes … Continue reading There Is Strength in Our Stories: Red – Nikki Marrone
I am not fragile, but I have been broken many times before. I have shattered in a million pieces un-fix-able, yet still risen from the debris, rubble pile of disgrace and shame, silenced to keep the truth from bubbling out of my lips like acid, spat in faces of my attackers, those who have instilled … Continue reading There Is Strength in Our Stories: I have been broken many times before – Tianna G. Hansen
Selling old wares in a new bar he saunters towards a woman sitting alone. She refuses to acknowledge the approach to his buddies he proclaims, “She’s a dyke.” Her lover returns and takes her hand as she kisses red satin. Jack-of-all-trades, master of a few, Tamara resides in Springfield, MA with a rather ungrateful cat.
Arianne True is a queer indigenous poet, folk artist, and teacher from Seattle, and a graduate of the MFA program at the Institute of American Indian Arts. Arianne has taught with Writers in the Schools and the Richard Hugo House, is a Hedgebrook alum, and has been published by the Boston Review and LitHub.
Incredibly powerful and potentially triggering. https://youtu.be/ZmWBrN7QV6Y "Till It Happens To You" (from "The Hunting Ground" soundtrack) You tell me it gets better, it gets better in time You say I'll pull myself together, pull it together, you'll be fine Tell me, what the hell do you know? What do you know? Tell me how the … Continue reading Til It Happens to You – Lady Gaga
Dry grass taller than me, color of my naked skin, waves in the wind, slices like razors on my limbs scarred from climbing the camphor trees trembling, lying helpless on a bed of dirt and mud, briars peppering my ankles sting, leaving tiny drops of blood like no see ums grass like bars of a … Continue reading There Is Strength in Our Stories: Concealed – aj forrester
There’s a few things I’d like to know As I seem to have missed something Since when does opening your apartment door Mean opening your legs? Since when does comforting someone Mean they can make themselves comfortable Inside of you? As if my body has a doormat that reads: Permission to Enter I want to … Continue reading There Is Strength in Our Stories: You Stole Nothing – Taylor Warner
Women are silent flowers Prettiest when quiet We do not wilt When they crush our petals Strip our leaves Our divine feminine roots Remain and regenerate Exquisite thorns sharpen We are walking targets With bullseye breasts Shot with shame From the moment of fertility The blood of life Natural as breath Yet taboo table talk … Continue reading There Is Strength in Our Stories: Crushed Petals – Kelly Glover
I was told to wait, For a man to come my way. The one who would wear the crown, And ride the golden mare. Whose stare would have me enamoured for a lifetime. A man so great I would prostrate myself on an altar of “love.” Devote myself to deities of death and destruction. Find … Continue reading There Is Strength in Our Stories: Phoenix – Nikki Marrone
April 23, 2017 Dear G---, Six months ago today you came for Sunday dinner at my home, drugged and sexually assaulted me. You continue to deny it, to tell everyone I “came on to you,” “it was mutual,” but you and I both know the truth. The police know, too. They know the drug was … Continue reading There Is Strength in Our Stories: Dear G—River Stillwood