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”
D’Lisa Darluz
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”
KD FISHER
Mare Serenitatis
I am jealous of the moon
I long for her clean serenity
cool and blue-white
her daily self erasure Continue reading “KD FISHER”
ROBBIE B
(if i were to write in honor of Kathy A this would be where i would say so)
I am fourteen and I am filling up the water bowl.
I am taking off my shirt. Continue reading “ROBBIE B”
A Modern Day Slave
A Modern Day Slave
by Edward Walter
A mature man cannot have too much remorse without seeing his life shortened in a manner that no longer enables him to observe his kind. A human being rests sociable, the sound of exchanges between others remains a necessity in spite of the pain that any implication engenders. Suffering, chains, and ‘protocols’ are experienced as a violent slap of the soul, bruising the spirit, an injury of the awakened conscience. Continue reading “A Modern Day Slave”
