It was her seventh birthday but she found her attention stolen. So many balloons everywhere. Some shiny, some dark with the smell of rubber. Each one was…… Read more “Forced to Dance – Lani Larson”
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There Is Strength in Our Stories: checklist [ ] / (fulfill half before she touches you)- Arianne True
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.…… Read more “There Is Strength in Our Stories: checklist [ ] / (fulfill half before she touches you)- Arianne True”
There Is Strength in Our Stories: “on the record” series – Arianne True
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…… Read more “There Is Strength in Our Stories: “on the record” series – Arianne True”
There Is Strength in Our Stories: I Will Rise – Layla Summers
I can still feel his hands on me Grabbing too roughly Holding too tightly Leaving a lingering sting Long after the slap on the face I can…… Read more “There Is Strength in Our Stories: I Will Rise – Layla Summers”
There is Strength in Our Stories: MeToo# – Christian Garduno
Casual stalking constant messaging expected domesticity being shushed getting rushed not getting called on in class always second-guessing your instincts sexism @@ blatent/institutional “one day I’ll tell…… Read more “There is Strength in Our Stories: MeToo# – Christian Garduno”
Let’s Make a Deal- Christine E. Ray
I edge further and further from the known the familiar shutting some doors firmly behind me with a sigh of resignation while others I ease quietly closed…… Read more “Let’s Make a Deal- Christine E. Ray”
Split Infinities- Christine Ray
I fight so hard against the sign the good citizens insist should hang outside my door scratching at the carved letters until nails are torn fingers bleed…… Read more “Split Infinities- Christine Ray”
Muscle Memory- Christine Ray
suddenly unsettled when healing hands touch left side of bare abdomen images of stray cocks and cocked guns fill my head crowding out other more mundane thoughts…… Read more “Muscle Memory- Christine Ray”
A Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing-Kristiana Reed
It wasn’t until after you’d left me with voices in my head, that I found your sweater; mutton-coloured, merino wool folded neater than I could ever be.…… Read more “A Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing-Kristiana Reed”
