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…

Honeycomb – by BIBI HAMBLIN

Honeycomb by Bibi Hamblin   He will remember it Through the prism of the honeycomb.   Memories eventually gang up against you, Ask anybody   Childhood days filled with love, kisses, happy families He could swear on his life, His sister’s kiss on his cheek evidence of what he’d forgotten.   Weary from her heavy…

Lucky 13 – by MICKIE BOLLING-BURKE

His head shone like a beacon calling ships home from the sea, and he sat on that bus stop bench as if he had every right to be there. She despised bald men – they disgusted her. They were an abomination unto the Lord. Suffer not a bald man to live. The earlier rain had…

The Raindrops – by REBECCA HARRISON

The Raindrops   By Rebecca Harrison     Bella translated raindrop patter. She put it into her own words. At night, she slept with a notebook under her covers. Her blankets smelled of torch light. When clouds cracked and spilled, she woke and wrote her words until the skies were clean. On damp days, she…

Dinner With a Side of Everlasting Happiness – by GRACE BLACK

Dinner with a Side of Everlasting Happiness   Sticking my hand down the garbage disposal is something I almost never do. In fact, I never do. Maybe, it’s the visions of sheer horror that play out in my mind. Bloody nubs emerging from the black hole just to retrieve a wedding ring. Is it worth…

Life – by KATE JONES

Life I’m in a wheelchair flying down the corridor of the hospital and I think, this is something we’d laugh at if I wasn’t in total agony. This is just the kind of shit we usually find funny. I’d be getting him to try and race me as fast as I could. But it doesn’t…