“Amongst the Wildflowers”
I grew up amongst the wildflowers,
Where honeysuckle nights,
Blew the colored winds,
Through the fan-fared window.
Aaron Summer Javadi
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”
Jane Barnes
LOOKING FOR ROCHESTER
I’m writing this essay on a glorious day in July—Independence Day, actually—and I’m here to discuss looking for my own independence, which is not to say, loneliness or even solitude which I gratefully have and enjoy. Guests come and go, are marvelous company while they’re here, but it’s hard to deny that having the space again to balloon up your own ego, and things such as the nail on which to hold your own red potholders, is nice. Continue reading “Jane Barnes”
D’Lisa Darluz
My Choice Not to Choose Then
“You and Tyra are more than friends, aren’t you?” My mother sat at the opposite end of the table. Continue reading “D’Lisa Darluz”
Aimee Herman
exordium
When you aren’t there to witness something, all you have is imagination, mine was toxic.
Mine should have come with its own hazmat suit, recalled at birth. Continue reading “Aimee Herman”
Call for Submissions: The Big O (for Oppression) Project
Madwomen in the Attic is excited to announce that we are teaming up with Green Buffalo Productions on The Big O (for Oppression) Project, and that we are extending our submission period until the end of May. Continue reading “Call for Submissions: The Big O (for Oppression) Project”
Maria Rovito
Literatures of the Body: Virginia Woolf’s Writing as a Tool of Resistance
Mrs. Dalloway (1925) was one of the first novels in the Western canon to demonstrate the psychological and physical effects of war on an individual Continue reading “Maria Rovito”
MEDEA SINSATION
Ignorance of a Side
I.
I love you, I tell you
But you couldn’t tell before?
My heart pummeled each sense;
My affection was confessed.
What other signs need be made;
Was I not myself desire? Continue reading “MEDEA SINSATION”
AMY LAUREN
An Angel Breathed Me
Staring into kitchen sinks, I think
of what it means to eat: fork’s one bite
trembling before my mouth, no more
laying flat as beaches but flowing Continue reading “AMY LAUREN”
ERIN CORK
Under The Weather
by Erin L. Cork
The news flashed across the Internet: Frightened Rabbit lead singer-missing, family concerned about his state of mind. They found Scott Hutchinson’s body putting an end to desperation but the beginning of grief stages for those who loved him. Josh Ritter says “Only the living go to the graveyard grieving.” Continue reading “ERIN CORK”
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