All Posts By Lydia A. Cyrus

How to Prepare

Pull your hair tightly into a high pony tail Make it tighter still. There is something to be said for immaculate strands and their fraying...

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Kiss Them For Me

My body is a temple, which I will not desecrate. The phrase “virgin blood” is misleading. It means blood that has not previously been...

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Violets

after Courtney Love Tiny, four leaf vibrating and glistening. Sprouted on the hillside of her yard, listening to the murmur of cutting...

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Letters I Wrote to Muriel Rukeyser During My Title IX Investigation

“Speak to me. / Take my hand. / What are you now? / I will tell you all. / I will conceal nothing.”   When I was three I broke my...

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I Don’t Want People to Talk About Me the Way They Talk about Dorothy Allison

Woman with crooked teeth smashed one over another from an accident causing neurotic self-awareness.   Woman whose belt loops have come...

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Billy Graham is Dead

I sit in my mother’s lap and she cries, my father is enraged, my younger brother promises he would never ever treat a woman badly. He...

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