I was a colossus in the center of the room, but when I saw you see me and expose your cavernous mouth, I’d creep into the corner— cry like Alice. You’d always been deft at making me small. No more yesterdays. Jabber-Walk at me, breathing obscene ‘tween seething teeth. Jab. Jab. Jabber-Walk beat … Continue reading Jabber-Walk
My daughter will learn how to hone the blades on the tip of her tongue; and she will cut and sculpt words which move the world to tears and action. She will use her mother’s weapons to leave this world a better place; carrying a knife in her wit and not her pocket, wielding strength … Continue reading To Carry a Knife – Kristiana Reed
Kindra M. Austin, Candice Louisa Daquin, Rachel Finch, and Christine E. Ray wish to express their gratitude to the 109 courageous writers and artists who submitted 214 pieces of original writing and artwork for consideration for the anthology 'We Will Not Be Silenced.' Your stunning creativity, raw authenticity, and enthusiasm for the project has been … Continue reading Update on ‘We Will Not Be Silenced’
I am a writer, an editor, and publisher with a background in clinical social work and neurodegenerative research. I am a mother, a wife, pansexual, dyslexic, living with Bipolar II, and fibromyalgia. I am an artist, an avid reader, and lifelong advocate for social justice. I am also a sexual abuse survivor. Like many sexual … Continue reading WHY ‘WE WILL NOT BE SILENCED’- Christine E. Ray
Over the last week, memes I had made over a year ago with Blood Into Ink writers' answers to the question “What does it mean to be a ‘Warrior Voice of Survival’?” have suddenly started to be shared again on Facebook. The answers to this question really seem to be moving and inspiring others. If … Continue reading What Does It Mean To Be A ‘Warrior Voice Of Survival’?
You are not a damsel in distress nor a princess to be saved you are a warrior and you woke up like this; beautiful in your fury, stunning in your victory. And if the tide flows red and friend or foe tries to treat you as less; you show them the scars of lightning - … Continue reading Damsel – Kristiana Reed
In her Rapunzel tower she watched and waited for each night’s moon; to rise from the window ledge into full view, waxing and waning crescent yellow blue. The lines in its face told a story of heartache she also knew; the puckered pale flesh weaving rivers across her thighs, reflecting dead light in the night … Continue reading Moon in the Window – Kristiana Reed