March is Women’s Month: Will you be apart of it?

Women’s Month, Women’s Writing Month, Women’s Week, what gives? We deserve more than a month; we deserve years of appreciation and accolades for all the shit we have to put up with. Let’s switch gears.  Isn’t it amazing what you can do when you decide to fly instead of walk? I say decide because it…

Restless? Angry? Tired? Well, then! Come sit next to us.

(Your daily dose of inspiration, brought to you SLM-style)   Welcome to 2016, guys! My last letter wasn’t positive or uplifting—and I won’t apologize for that. Pretend I’m a man, just for a second. And then re-read my letter. WOMEN: stop apologizing for being who you are. Stop, stop, stop. Stop apologizing for writing—or saying…

Rumors – by NIKKI COODY

Rumors by Nikki Coody Great, now rumors are spreading Oh, is that really true? Shh…it’s a secret So, can I tell my friend? I can’t undo the trouble… Please…just don’t tell anyone else… *** [This is an Acrostic Poem by Nikki Coody] ***Nikki Coody is a 2nd grade student currently enrolled in the gifted and…

Absent Moments and a few Haikus from CORINNE HACKWORTH

Absent Moments by Corinne Hackworth There was a time that I walked to the sea When I arrived I stood at the very edge so that the waves could tickle the tips of my toes but only just I closed my eyes and leaned my head back so the wind could take my hair and…

Taking Up Space – by KATE JONES

Taking Up Space It starts off a hot, sticky morning the day I wake up as a man. I hit the alarm and realise something isn’t right when my hand catches the stubble on my chin.  I run my hands down to my chest under my vest: it’s flat.  My large breasts aren’t rolling sideways,…

Labrador – by JEN ELLERSON

  Labrador.   It was raining the night she brought it home. One of those fairytale puppies with the oversized ears and the fumbly legs. It was the last thing we’d ever expect; a new member to our already-oversized family. Another thing to have to look after and eventually ignore. But there she was, the…

Enlightenment- by R.L. BLACK

Enlightenment by R.L. Black   I went to see The Guru who lived in a hut made of bamboo with a roof-top garden and curtains the color of the sea. His only possessions were a mattress on the floor and an empty bird cage. He wore crisp white clothes and sat cross-legged and I begged…

To Be Sure – by MICKIE BOLLING-BURKE

He reached the top of the stairs, arms full of clothes. She put her hand on his chest and pushed him backwards. The look of surprise was wonderful – she would relive that for years. To be sure she had succeeded, she poised at the top of the stairs and jumped straight down on his…

Poetry from JULIA LEWIS

  Red Planet 12 Round and rest for shade The gallant trees are trays sure Cherries not rubies. Sum the years prunus adium, my sweet inspires what we respire.     Anti-Figawi* I read poems I don’t like to my coworkers.   “That is strange,” says the woman stalking an old Tiffany’s bracelet. But we…

Waterfront Property – by S. KAY

Waterfront Property by S. Kay     1% Problems We lose balls in the ocean at her waterfront tennis court. She put up a fence; birds crashed. She bought a court on another property.   Selling Features A drone skims over water and shore, sending video to a real estate agent selling the waterfront property….

Pinx – by JEN ELLERSON

Pinx.   It was this time last year that we listened to the Black Hours album on repeat, while you strummed this swan on my arm, and you’ll never read this.   I can still hear the clip-clop of your dainty heels moving up and down the floorboards, Brighton pebbles. A flock of luminaries and…

Letter Opener – by COLT PRYOR

“Ew! Aunt Sara has nasty words on her phone!” Carter yelled, throwing my phone down, eliciting dirty looks from my youngest sister, Dawn. I shrugged and smiled, moving slowly to collect my phone from the couch where it lay face-up, flashing, before I looked at the screen and grimaced. I laughed. It was more of…