Are you a fan of exceptional writing? Are you a writer of poetry, prose and micro fiction? Do you consider yourself a feminist? Whisper and the Roar… Read more “How to join Whisper & the Roar or submit guest writing”
CRIMSON SKINS NOW AVAILABLE AS PAPERBACK
I am thrilled to announce that my book Crimson Skins is now available as a kindle and paperback version on Amazon Praise for the book- When Devika,… Read more “CRIMSON SKINS NOW AVAILABLE AS PAPERBACK”
RUTH BADER GINSBERG MARCH 15, 1933 – SEPTEMBER 18, 2020
Thank you RBG for tirelessly fighting for our rights until the end. May you rest in peace and continue to serve as an inspiration.
Someone else’s rapist – Candice Louisa Daquin
You someone else’s rapist lean back in client chair shadows of survivors indented behind it is difficult not to want to hurl you from that sacred place… Read more “Someone else’s rapist – Candice Louisa Daquin”
Winner of the Spring Robinson/ Mahogany Red Lit Prize 2020-Megha Sood
I’m thrilled to share this news that my poem “Peace – A Metaphor For Denial” has been chosen as the First-place winner in the adult category for… Read more “Winner of the Spring Robinson/ Mahogany Red Lit Prize 2020-Megha Sood”
I Am More Than Breath and Bone: Georgiann Carlson
I am so much more than breath and bone I am Goddess I am fire and strength I am mind and heart I am fearless and brave… Read more “I Am More Than Breath and Bone: Georgiann Carlson”
heart head gut by Melita White
heart says:
this is good
will heal wounds
subconscious drives heart
subterranean rumbles
seemingly seamless with self
fuels ecstasy
fired by heart
which always agrees
always says
yes please
i am flying
and i want
more
A mad song – Devika Mathur
Dear girl, you know about such times of love and supple breeze of time and earthed sky. A song you wish to sing now? A calcined mirror… Read more “A mad song – Devika Mathur”
I was a mountain by Melita White
One day, when I was six, I became a mountain
It was the day I yelled and screamed with righteousness into thick air, the air my only witness, while I sat on my bed’s soft bedrock
And with my pillow I swiped at that air, at the bed, at the enemy sitting next to me — her name was Injustice
And the rage burst out like lava from a fissure that needed so much to crack open and Injustice was afraid of me and though the lesson did not teach her anything I learnt there was power in my truth and in my anger
I was a mountain
I Am More Than Breath and Bone: I Am More – M.A. Morris
I am more than breath or bones. I am the Melungeon veins of my many great-grandmothers as they run through the coal mines of West Virginia into… Read more “I Am More Than Breath and Bone: I Am More – M.A. Morris”
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