Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
Lisa Tellor-Kelley’s poetry collection ‘My Body Bonded with Superglue,’ published by Animal Heart Press is a woman’s journey through diagnosis, treatment, and healing of breast cancer. The poet takes us on the emotional and physical voyage of having breasts removed and coming to terms with what that means for personal Read more
I am finding many people that don’t understand the abortion law Texas put into effect on Sept 1st. The Supreme Court has chosen not to block the law. This is the closest threat to women’s healthcare rights and privacy since 1973, even though the majority of Americans support a woman’s Read more
We all have a secret box hidden somewhere. Under the bed, inside a tree hole, or between two thoughts. Some hide it so high, so they can’t reach it anymore. Children like to stash it behind the rainbow, and then forget about it. Come see my secret box. I hid Read more
raped or abused as a child maybe I wasn’t attacked in a parking lot maybe I was almost raped maybe I was almost abused maybe all the things that didn’t happen to me were a blessing for me thank you to my angels I’m so sorry for all the heartache Read more
As I write this, a narcissist holds the highest office in our country. The narcissistic personality is one with which I am all too familiar, for I was raised by parents whose narcissism, like Trump’s, went hand-in-hand with crippling insecurity and a lack of impulse control. My mother in particular Read more
Mom was in the kitchen. Dad had just driven up. “Girls set the table,” she called up to us. “C’mon,” I said, tugging at my older sister’s sleeve. “It doesn’t take two,” she answered, not looking up from her book. She was reading Dune, again. “C’mon, please, you know what Read more
monkey sees men through glass, so glad not to belong spider hangs in her summer web, already feels the fall upstream fish prefers to drift when choosing not to spawn crow departs the evergreen branch, ignores the murder behind fox in silence takes her prey, will not be called a Read more
you spat me out at the very top of the tornado where sky meets dust just high it was blurry-dizzying, nauseating most mornings chewing-gum- pin-balling between being wrong and being wronger, I know I was never wrongest I slithered, spiraled down that treacherous hole, it felt like years and honestly Read more
