May 2018 – Page 2 – FEMININE COLLECTIVE

Mama

May 25, 2018March 17, 2019 Julie Anderson

I know you gave it all away Mama, I know this you don’t have to say it Mama, I know you wanted more, you left your past all by yourself you knew that there was a way Oh, gosh Mama you tried to dig a trench to escape the real Read more

Most Days

May 24, 2018September 13, 2019 Elizabeth Regen

Most days I am not pretty- Too many things gone wrong to be pretty- Anything but pretty- I’m not a flower in your vase- I’m the one whose stem has snapped- I’m not blooming in the fields- I’m wrapped in paper at the grocery store. Most days I am not Read more

Ripper

May 24, 2018June 11, 2018 Megan Garner

Come, girls, come, Want to keep off the chill? Wrap your head in cloth To hide the head-dust and sores. Hide the greying at the roots, And the rasp in your voice. Pretend you’re younger– Talk higher, dip your eyes And cross your legs like they’ve never been spread. Pretend Read more

The Day After

May 23, 2018May 23, 2018 Christina Strigas

The sun is in my hair it feels gothic to send black hearts yet truthful. You have gone blocked the rain from touching my skin. You came and went in this caffeine rush not reading the menu nor my frazzled mind. All these nonsensical words lined up in disarray for Read more

A Letter to the Mistress, Who Invaded My Marriage

May 23, 2018May 7, 2019 Ashton Saldana

A little over a year ago, you inserted yourself into my world. I never had the opportunity to sit down with you face to face and have a conversation like grown women are supposed to be able to do. I wouldn’t invite you to sit across from me so I Read more

Rebirth

May 22, 2018May 22, 2018 Anon Feminine Collective

I peeled back the Earth I heard her scream in the hole I placed a seed the wound would heal I looked above, the sun will squeeze through the black fluff there’s a force greater than us but I lacked the tools And like the blind leading the fool I Read more

Chasing the Sun

May 22, 2018May 22, 2018 Jacqueline Cioffa

Don’t look down at your feet The answers won’t magically appear On some tiny telephone screen with videos buzzing megabytes and wasted seconds A billion unknown faces The unfamiliar bizarre millennial Scrolling fast and furious Thunderstorms and lightening threaten Look up and out and dig deep Go ahead look all Read more

My Love Has No Fear

May 20, 2018August 13, 2021 John Michael Antonio

I am not afraid of my naked vulnerabilities or society’s foolish expectations or the ridicule in their eyes or the tears in my own as I pour myself out into your hands and listen to your beautiful mouth speak because my love has no fear and I want to savor Read more