Alice
In a dark a whisper came, “I’m not well”
The last words she spoke before she fell
Swirling shades of black, unseen by all.
If she could speak again she’d call it a tumble not a fall.
Heather Kori Reid
Magic, Meaning, and Madness: Reclaiming Our Power
Madwomen in the Attic is going to be partnering with Herstory Training Institute and the College Consortium and the Coalition for Community Writing in the spring to offer writing workshops, but in the meantime, we would like to invite you to learn about our partnership with Herstory and the CCCW by joining us for a Saturday afternoon literary exploration of the potency of madness through memoir.
Continue reading “Magic, Meaning, and Madness: Reclaiming Our Power”Eilish Mulholland
Memento
Sometimes, it will tug its teeth
And remember the conjuring.
A hungering. Continue reading “Eilish Mulholland”
Nicole Higginbotham-Hogue
The Secret in Her Eyes
Her eyes look a long while at mine
Tension building
As she fails to disclose the secrets behind them Continue reading “Nicole Higginbotham-Hogue”
Kasey Marie Hynes
Guides
As the melancholy dispersed slowly into air
the midnight vision became skeptical and
breaking free, and in that moment: still
unknowingly summoned sands from afar Continue reading “Kasey Marie Hynes”
Cherie Jacobs
I DESERVE TO LIVE AND NOT JUST SURVIVE, 2019
Acrylic on canvas
9” x 12” (22.9x 30.5 cm)
I Deserve to Live and Not Just Survive
I DESERVE TO LIVE AND NOT JUST SURVIVE
I DESERVE TO LIVE AND NOT DIE
I WAS BORN TO DO MUCH MORE THAN STAY BLACK AND DIE
I WAS CREATED FOR MUCH MORE THAN TO PAY TAXES AND DIE
I deserve to live
Continue reading “Cherie Jacobs”Death in Venice, California
DEATH IN VENICE, CALIFORNIA
A Monologue by Lawrence DuKore excerpted from his full length play, DANCING IS A CONTACT SPORT.
Continue reading “Death in Venice, California”Aaron Summer Javadi
“Amongst the Wildflowers”
I grew up amongst the wildflowers,
Where honeysuckle nights,
Blew the colored winds,
Through the fan-fared window.
Jillian Hanesworth
Take Care
I know you feel like ain’t nobody there
I know that you’re a good person and life just ain’t fair
Know you’re surrounded by people and you still feel alone
I know they’re looking at you crazy and you’re too afraid to share
Take care Continue reading “Jillian Hanesworth”
