Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
She hangs Baskets by birdcages Flowers, a shovel, paper weights On loose newspapers that flutter In the wind—a bearing, A stone garden for zen. Wing clippings. I heard She had a backstreet abortion Once she crossed the law— She knows no-more-wire-hangers Better than I do, I imagine The Swinging Sixties Read more
Unless we are divinely called to monastic life, most of us don’t thrive in isolation. Even we introverts have our limits. Besides, it’s one thing to choose seclusion and determine for ourselves when we want to hole up alone and for how long. It’s quite another to have confinement thrust Read more
1. I am thirty-six I am marrying a man again I have frozen five embryos my popsicle babies saved for a rainy day when I’m old enough to be someone’s mother Someone on the internet says Anna Paquin can’t be bisexual if she’s married to Stephen Moyer. Someone else says Read more
I can become easily pissed sometimes, but today I’m juggling just feeling pissed with wanting to slam every man I see into a frigging wall, smashing his head. If only I had the strength. But I don’t. I’m a fragile little woman, you know—that weaker sex, not strong enough. Of Read more
The day he shot my sister, it was like any other day. Gold sun, warm breezes, and aqua air. It was perfect until it wasn’t perfect. The skies didn’t darken until 5:15 PM. This is when he pulled the trigger. This is when he changed our lives. Bang. Bang. Bang. Read more
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
