Icarus & The Sun

“I was a candle; / You: a bright, burning ball of light, / More brilliant than any of the small flames that had dared to kiss my wick. / Their flickering embers tried to scorch me into nothing.”

PoetrySubmissionNovember 9, 2020Comment

Despite

“Not despite, you say, because / You’ve been looking in the bathroom mirror / of our Santa Fe adobe house, beneath stained vigas / wearing your orange sports bra / and half-buckled blue jeans”

PoetrySubmissionNovember 2, 2020poetry, poem, submission, love, because, despite, santa fe, love poetry, love poemComment

To Be in Love with the Void

“At last, the void speaks / of all he took and never returned. / The white rabbit crawls forth from his rabbit / hole to pull you into the damp soil and live / as he does: in filth / and the stink of tobacco.”

PoetrySubmissionOctober 21, 2020jacob budenzComment

Three Acts

“my children, just as naked, / as now, just as submerged back when / we moved through the uncertainty of shelters, / sustaining by government crumbs, / their father is not my husband.”

PoetrySubmissionOctober 21, 2020Comment

Pink Ladies' Smoke Session + River Maiden Wading Ceremony or I Never Liked the Photographer’s Work

“Emily brought the weed. Emily also knew how to sculpt / a pipe with a pencil and some rolled tinfoil. What was it / with the dancers and gymnasts? Why did we always / have the drugs while you and the soccer girls gave each / other French braids and never stayed up late? At least / you brought a lighter.”

PoetrySubmissionOctober 21, 2020Comment

Confession + Tire Swing

“you can’t tell me / to reconcile / all the being i’ve done / kneeling at a pew / lined with past lives / i’ll think i’m there to celebrate / to sing”

PoetrySubmissionOctober 5, 2020poetry, poetry by women, poetry for womxn, poetry by womxnComment

Thrum

“You are harmless without antlers, / rare amidst hard tusk-teeth”

PoetrySubmissionSeptember 28, 2020poetry by women, poems, poetry, poetry by womxnComment

Good Luck + Grannies

“I can see four-leafed clovers in the grass because / I have magic in my blood. / My parents would say it’s because / we were Irish before we were American.”

PoetrySubmissionSeptember 21, 2020poems, poetry, poetry by women, poetry for womxn, poetry by womxnComment

SWARM + SNAKE

“Girls sometimes roil / with fear they say / we’d do anything / to avoid a sting run shrieking / like our mothers but they / mishear buzzing for screams”

PoetrySubmissionSeptember 14, 2020poem, poems, bees, snakes, swarm, poetry, poetry by women, poetry for womxnComment

planchette.pariah + other poems

“The meat turned clay when you left. / You kept the eyes, like dried berries, / and wet capillaries still stuck / to your fingers like raw yolk.”

PoetrySubmissionMay 25, 2020poetry, poem, rachael crosbieComment

The Woman With Too Much Sadness

“Sick of buying tissues, she started to use / two silver buckets she’d found one day / in a neighbour’s abandoned shed, not knowing / they belonged to a magician (now dead).”

PoetrySubmissionMay 18, 2020poetry, lucy whitehead, poem, women who writeComment

AT THE END OF HARVEST

I have seen these hues / bring the deepening of my blues. / Inside the rows and lines of my swallowed up and overwhelmed disappearing. / Inside the measures of solitude that swam through sorrow, seeking something unnamed.

PoetrySubmissionMay 11, 2020poetry, poem, poems by women, jaisha jansenaComment

Osun's Offerings

I braid these waves into a still water crown/ each braid, boxed at the root, a singular wish/ wrapped together like a promise

PoetrySubmissionApril 13, 2020poetry, osun, oshun, goddess, goddess osun, black women, black women writers, read women, witches who write, zora satchell, writingComment

Becoming Whole Again

“…i was told that if it looked / like this / then / it was wrong / that i would need mending…”

Leaving the City + La Diablesse

“country sojourner, you gaze at me in rough / lips psychedelic rum, see i live in the old tales / of thick thighed psychostasia. weighting between / the self-actualized fat of my body and the / flickering of french-kissed soul. see i move”

PoetrySubmissionMarch 16, 2020maryam gowralli, leaving the city, la diablesse, poetry, poem, poetry by women, poems by women, poemsComment

Ripen

“the myth is, you and i tell each other we are / beautiful, precious, rare creatures, we are beholden / but we are scarred, i only have one gift: / surviving a horror movie with my song”