Aug 24, 2017 | Issue 5: Memoirs, Kelsey Anne Rankin, Prose
My skin has traveled. I’ve walked with her under the guidance of many hands and through the meadows of many sinking, breathing bodies. I learned her name there; how far she stretched and where we – her and I – began. I’ve been young and I have sprouted into my body. I...Aug 24, 2017 | Beverly James, Issue 5: Memoirs, Memoir
“See me,” I whisper. “See me! See me!” I am startled by the screams that come from outside of my body, and I am surprised to find that my hands have balled up into fists at my side. “Do you see me?! Do you know who I am?! Do you remember me?! See me, Goddamnit! See...Aug 24, 2017 | Eugenia Smith, Issue 5: Memoirs, Memoir
Thief of Night BCE: In Greek mythology, night is a woman. Nyx, the powerful and voluptuous goddess of the night, is also mother to Hypnos (sleep), Thanatos (death), Charon (ferryman of the dead), Nemesis (retribution), Moros (doom), and Apate (deceit). These fearsome...Aug 24, 2017 | Anne McMullen Peffer, Issue 5: Memoirs, Poetry
The author wishes to note that this poem was inspired by Litany, by Mahogany L. Browne INFERNO Today I am a Mormon Woman in New England & I am singing pioneer trail songs like lullabies. They sound like: The mothers walked in thick and heavy skirts —...Aug 24, 2017 | Issue 5: Memoirs, Lexi A. Schwartz, Memoir
The first morning after, you stripped his bed and took the sheets home. Where you had been folded in on yourself there was the shape of something—a dahlia, maybe—in dark red. He held a hand around your neck and pushed your face towards it. You called your mother to...Aug 24, 2017 | Issue 5: Memoirs, Poetry, Sophie Mindes
When he assaulted me, — but that is the wrong word Assault is what they do in video games, when the men shoot a volley of arrows into the sea of the goblin army Assault rifle. No, it is not the right word But neither is rape. Not for this. Not for me. I cannot...