There Is Strength in Our Stories: Crushed Petals – Kelly Glover

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

There Is Strength in Our Stories: Beneath the Layered Makeup – Rachael Ikins

The July day I turned 8, we piled into my mom's green Plymouth, drove to town from camp. Errands. She parked in front of the butcher shop. Worn stone steps, doorbell jingled, our feet creaked across a board floor. A man who looked like Santa's brother greeted us. Stained apron tied over his belly, straw … Continue reading There Is Strength in Our Stories: Beneath the Layered Makeup – Rachael Ikins

There Is Strength in Our Stories: a night’s expectation – quinn hsu

when they told you people would love you for who you are you never expected a love for you as squirmingly as your tongue against the mirror shards of porcelain hemming it in a love as fast and bitingly as a bear trap’s chrome jaws tearing at you desperately until all that’s left is a … Continue reading There Is Strength in Our Stories: a night’s expectation – quinn hsu

There Is Strength in Our Stories: walk these streets at night and know the truth – Evelyn Benvie

load your lipstick in a gatling gun to get ready for the night the sidewalk cracks are too wide for stilettos and too deep for anything else wear fishnets to trawl the river, sift and dredge the filth at the bottom and the scum at the top and you, panting as you run seeking shelter … Continue reading There Is Strength in Our Stories: walk these streets at night and know the truth – Evelyn Benvie

There Is Strength in Our Stories: Rubber Gloves – Taylor Warner

Today I stumbled over a page in my journal that read: “One day I will write about your rubber gloves And how each time they entered me They delivered desperate hope And how every time they exited me They took with them a piece of my soul I thought I’d never get back.” Well, here … Continue reading There Is Strength in Our Stories: Rubber Gloves – Taylor Warner