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…
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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…
