Her Life in Cups – by ELIZABETH ARCHER

  Her Life in Cups by Elizabeth Archer       Training bra, white cotton, size too big. “You need to wear this now. Every day. Her mother handed her two plain white training bras, ordered from the catalog. Her mother wore horrible things made out of spandex that encompassed all of her—breasts, waist, hips,…

Wild Thing – by E.N. LOIZIS

Wild Thing   She was beauty in the way she ran through a poppy field -barefoot- red bleeding around, hair ablaze with the kiss of the midday sun framing her face in liquid gold   She was beauty in the way she laughed from the belly from the shoulders from the heart, lips soft teeth…

The Date – by BIBI HAMBLIN

The  Date   I am far too busy to go on dates. My work is my life, my lover, my BFF. My work suits me. My work defines me. Here amongst the test tubes and microscopes I remain safe from those whose faults I have no patience for. But no matter how many times I’ve…

The Sea – by KATE JONES

The Sea The winding lane stretches down toward the strip of beach.  There are no holidaymakers left now; just fading footprints in the wet sand.  A fish and chip wrapper blows up in the growing wind.  The hem of my thin skirt blows out imitating the flapping seagulls. The sea is inching its way inland;…

Blue – by REBECCA DUTSAR

Blue The pool drowned your heart along with your daughter. At least that’s what you tell your counselor on Monday morning. She must think you are crazier than you actually are. Mondays are horrible for everyone, especially for a routine therapy appointment that you have to attend at 8am before work. Sure, you need it,…

The Bitter End – by DEE LEAN

The Bitter End. by Dee Lean, edited by Kelly Fitzharris Coody   What will become of us? She sat down in the dimly lit room, agonizing over what would become of her and her children. She was quick to end all discussions when she found out the truth from the man that had shared her…

Mirage / Watermarked – by SHEIKHA A.

  Mirage   the hills are steep, my eyes heavy chanting of sleep   the hull nest of the sea’s urchins have laid still   so calm is the body on which the moon bathes the sand on the land gilt of true light   the knowledge of nothing, the manger of fish   that…

#feministasfuck: #15, #thisbody, #comfort by Ani King

  #feministasfuck: #15, #thisbody, #comfort by Ani King   #15   Do not go gentle into that fucking boardroom In your good-girl skirt And your yes-sir shoes And your I’m-sorry shirt               as if you’ve done something wrong             in being right.   Ingenuity is not accident There is no shame in your bright,…

Impersonator – by KATE JONES

Impersonator   She dresses carefully – ever so carefully – for the meeting with him.  She wants –needs – for him to see her as the woman he thinks she is.   She feels, as she dresses, that she is impersonating the woman he wants her to be.  The woman she wants to be. She…

Let’s Get Real.

Recently I met a group of women who saw my personal Twitter page (@kellycoody) and balked at my self-description. (This was on the Carnival Cruise where I was a bit too martini-happy). I say that I’m self-deprecating in that tiny little blurb of a paragraph; they completely lost their shit over it. They said if I was…

SPRING BREAK!!!

Good afternoon, team, writers and readers of SLM. We’ve worked so hard this year; we’ve all been writing, painting, sketching and playing guitar like there’s no tomorrow. And I couldn’t be prouder to be the platform that gets to show off your work. It is such a treat. And I’ve truly enjoyed getting to know…