Proud muscle Battered and bruised A child, proud of strength And power That came with skinned knees and bruised shins Launching – Into flight Or fury To all who opposed Her fierce will   But, they admonished If you have scars No one will marry you Unattractive knees Belied her fate   Slowly, then Slowly, […]

About Carly Zee

Carly Zee is a poet and writer and lover of the finer things in life — like good wines, dark chocolate, and erotica. She finds myself seeking pleasure over reason on far too many occasions, and will, in all likelihood, continue to do so. To come along for the ride, you can connect with Carly through

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Small, eyes narrowing, tracking your prey with feigned friendship — I know who you are, with your erratic charge (manipulation cloaked as passion). Betrayal as a muse {a doppelgänger, mocking}tritely bestowing your grace on those you torture, a benefactress of asphyxiation. Hollow words drip from your hollow fangs (curved from years of use, still sharp) […]

About C. Streetlights

As a child, C. Streetlights listened to birds pecking at her rooftop, but instead of fearing them, was convinced they would set her free and she’d someday see the stars. Southern California sunshine never gave C. Streetlights the blonde hair or blue eyes she needed to fit in with her high school’s beach girls, her inability to smell like teen spirit kept her from the grunge movement, and she wasn’t peppy enough to cheer. She ebbed and flowed with the tide, not a misfit but not exactly fitting in, either. Streetlights grew up, as people do, earned a few degrees and became a teacher. She spent her days discussing topics like essay writing, Romeo and Juliet, the difference between a paragraph and a sentence, and for God’s sake, please stop eating the glue sticks. She has met many fools, but admires Don Quixote most because he taught her that it didn’t matter that the dragon turned out to be a windmill. What mattered was that he chose to fight the dragon in the first place. Streetlights now lives in the mountains with a husband, two miracle children, and a dog who eats Kleenex. She retired from teaching so she can raise her children to pick up their underwear from the bathroom floor, to write, and to slay windmills and dragons. She is happy to report that she can finally see the stars.

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I have always felt that humans were like the sea- the unfathomable girth of their chests as they inhale the decadence of their families, the expansive ripples in their eyes like the tides washing over their moral sense, polluted in plastic the sea bass trying to breathe through polythene, coral reefs around the groin something […]

About Paakhi Bhatnagar

Paakhi Bhatnagar is a student from India and an avid reader of historical fiction. She is a passionate feminist and blogs about current politics and feminist issues. She also possess the uncanny ability of turning everything into a debate.

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Old Photographs

Trapped beneath a curtain of crepuscular remembrances, an eerie sensation – looking back on old photographs. A black and white specter of a life I no longer recognize, touched with shades of gray. Vacant eyes staring back at me from an inaccessible realm. A world long forgotten. Wrangled images – a lamentable parenthesis of my […]

About Ann Christine Tabaka

Ann Christine Tabaka is a nominee for the 2017 Pushcart Prize in Poetry. She lives in Delaware, USA. She loves gardening and cooking. Chris lives with her husband and two cats. She has been widely published in National and International publications and Anthologies. Visit Ann's Author page on Amazon:

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“Ha I ate” I said to Ana “Ha today you did tomorrow will be different just you wait and see” Photo Credit: katie_mccolgan Flickr via Compfight cc About Rachelle CameronMy name is Rachelle Cameron, I am 27 years old and have been writing for many years. I have been published in the online journal […]

About Rachelle Cameron

My name is Rachelle Cameron, I am 27 years old and have been writing for many years. I have been published in the online journal for my poetry. I am planning to return to school for a psychology degree and to become an eating disorder specialist and open a treatment center.


Knockoff Doll

I’m in a corner of your mind. To mock, undress, to use unkind. Not about me much at all. Just recognize a knock- off Barbie doll. A pink plastic beauty, can I replace? I have that kind of fuck me face. Not angular enough to be name brand. Small town dime store bargain, a buck […]

About Kristin Garth

Kristin Garth is a poet from Pensacola, Florida. She is a knee sock aficionado and a sonnet stalker. Her sonnets have stalked the pages of Luna Luna, Occulum, Anti-Heroin Chic, Ghost City Review, Drunk Monkeys, TERSE, Journal and many other publications. Her chapbook Pink Plastic House is available through

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I want you in my life more than what you are But I don’t know what that’ll look like It’s as though I’m surrounded by the finest of china and rarest of art but must keep an arm’s distance. I don’t know I just don’t…but I do know I want to know you Yeah. I’m […]

About Ericka Arthur

I am Ericka Arthur an Inspirational blogger, Poet and Radio Divas cohost on GrindhardRadio.

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Rebel Yell

Wordsmiths, our thoughts will become fingerprints that will fly on sound waves, generation after generation Words, the ones so artfully placed will swiftly carry the culpable away We are bound to the exploration of human truth, the tempest of rolling angst Wordsmiths, fashion your eternal robes of literature with precious metal Protect the solitary voice […]

About Julie Anderson

Julie Anderson is the Creator and Publisher of Feminine Collective. Julie was inspired to create this safe place for women to share their secrets, desires, triumphs and pain as the antithesis of what mainstream media offers women today. In her column Pursuit of Perfection, she explores the importance of rectifying the balance of inner and outer beauty through essays, poems and articles on self-esteem, shame, family, and self- acceptance.

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