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Conform

I’m talking but no one is listening. Words pour out of my mouth Real words, actual words, fully formed assertive words But no one is...

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On Anons

What is a man? —immortal thing blooming legs in his rood cutout wood, her sweet cawtree limb combing the cool cucumber strands of breeze...

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Women Rising

I am not a political person; I am however a people person. I grew up in a middle-class home where morality, decency, and integrity were...

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Serpent

He slithered up next me, a snake looking for something to squeeze and I thought I would choke on the overwhelming odor of his lechery. He...

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This Ain’t No Crisis

Screw midlife crisis. This isn’t a crisis. It’s the furthest thing from. It’s enlightenment. A goddamn renaissance. A beautiful...

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Social Media “Blackout” Proves Women Will not be Silenced

“Tomorrow, female blackout…” A writer friend sent the missive Saturday evening. The next day, women were to change their Facebook...

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Fear

We have a common enemy. It is faceless. Animal. Instinctual. It’s been hired, like a hitman, by those who know it’s power. It disguises...

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Forever Love

dawn’s morning light heavy dew sparkling on fields made of glass carrying my babies safe in the womb a gentle caress from my...

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Hummingbird Burial

We find it too late. Its beak, a delicate sword, stuck in our patio screen. It should be buzzing, vibrating. Searching for the sweetest sip...

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Openhearted

Oh, precious heart You don’t fool me The soul is ethereal and the eternal optimist Limitless in its devotion Funny how much it can...

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Good Girl

“Why are you so quiet over there?” a relative asked in my general direction at a family gathering. I was around 10 or 12 years old and...

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WASTE

My thoughts are eternally submerged in a mire of self-disgust. I watch, aloof as the filth of this cruelty is accumulating around me,...

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Destroying Patriarchy with its Gift

Why am I so triggered by the Kavanaugh news? Why can’t I pull myself away from it all? “Did someone ever sexually assault you?” my...

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I Spoke Up: An Un-Famous Woman’s Tale of Sexual Harassment & The Backlash

Am I really looking at Bill Cosby in chains headed to prison? I am, and I can’t stop crying. Bill Cosby’s sentencing has stirred up so...

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Why Did He Stop?

I ask myself a lot  why did he stop? Did I make too much noise? Did he hear other boys stir, their sleeping bags flop, anticipating...

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The “Yes” Woman

“It’s all about you, how can you be living a life filled with such self-indulgence ignoring the rest of us mortals?” I could...

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Arizona Heat

I never really minded the heat growing up in Arizona. It was just how it was. Cold in the winter and hot in the summer. When I met him, it...

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Baby,Don’t You Know?

My eyes are stars and my vision impaired. You speak of love, washed over with a glaze of indifference, I see your lips move, but I think...

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Dear Limbo

Last life I danced on empty pages waiting for love a solo ballet an unfinished symphony tormented by silence sadness madness I ripped queer...

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25 Miles To Go Now

“…..Twenty-five miles from home, girl…..my feet are hurtin’ mighty bad…” Maryanne’s ample buttocks shake and bobble. Her dark...

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Buddhist leader Noah Levine to continue teaching, despite #MeToo accusations

Independent investigation found the punk rock Buddhist likely broke rules against “creating harm through sexuality.” As a result of...

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Some Fellas Love

Some fellas love a gal a good old fashioned gal a pitter patter nice to meet you pin up doll pin down plastic eyed baby bitch ass wipe butt...

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Sometimes He Sang

Sometimes he sang— head thrown back, the pearl of his throat offered up to his sometimes queen, passion spilling from his mouth like...

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Home

A fairytale this thing called home: a shrine they keep that you’ve outgrown. They lure you back, a feast, homemade, with sugar cookies,...

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The Hungering

She does not notice him watching her with her friends. At late o’clock he swoops, grinning, then kissing her intently lotharioesque,...

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The Open Window

She had a propensity for talking about her exes. At first, I was eager to listen, not because I cared who they were, but because she was...

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