Blood Into Ink #MeToo Writing Contest First Place: Kristiana Reed/Window and Walls

The rubble lies before her, prostrate and submissive, chalky remains of her defences, soft rock and twenty-year old bricks. This was her fortress, her safe place and prison, over the years the lines had blurred, no longer sure if these walls were built to ward people off or keep people in.   Now, she stoodContinue reading Blood Into Ink #MeToo Writing Contest First Place: Kristiana Reed/Window and Walls

Blood Into Ink #MeToo Writing Contest First Place: Kristiana Reed/To Blaze

These women didn’t rescue voices to watch you bow out of this life and the next, the weight of shame and scandal sinking you to their knees all bloodied and bruised.   These women didn’t raise hands, two in subjugation then balled fists in protest, to read apologies written in the faintest ink, ghastly litContinue reading Blood Into Ink #MeToo Writing Contest First Place: Kristiana Reed/To Blaze

Blood Into Ink #MeToo Writing Contest First Place: Kristiana Reed/Learning to Braid

Years of painstaking practice had taught her fingers to interweave three strands of hair, into one cohesive thread. Just like how she’d penciled birthdays into her mind. Just like how she’d learnt the knowing smile she needed to give your mother, an unspoken indictment of your forgetfulness when it came to saving a date. JustContinue reading Blood Into Ink #MeToo Writing Contest First Place: Kristiana Reed/Learning to Braid

#MeToo Writing Contest Second Place (tie): Devereaux Frazier/Me Too

you say you were conceived me too you say you were born me too out of your mother’s womb virgin and true unblemished by mankind’s atrocities me too you say you were raised trained and grew up me too you say you discovered me too you say you learned me too you say you foundContinue reading #MeToo Writing Contest Second Place (tie): Devereaux Frazier/Me Too

#MeToo Writing Contest Second Place (tie): Varnika Jain/Why a Poet

There is hurt In measures I’m yet to fathom. There are pieces, Broken, Which I haven’t yet begun to gather. There are tears, Gaping, Waiting to be stitched and mended. There are wounds, Oozing, Bloodying numerous gauzes. Despair, you say? Run and hide? I’m broken, you say? What’s there to survive? But, wait, I think,Continue reading #MeToo Writing Contest Second Place (tie): Varnika Jain/Why a Poet

#MeToo Writing Contest Third Place: Mr. Blog/The Weight of Memory is Fierce

Repack your soul; return it to its birth Before knowledge descended upon it.   Rebuild it by undoing.   Recreate innocence; before you were Defiled and destroyed Taken to pasture and slaughtered.   Slip into rooms once lived Houses once haunted Dust floorboards for the flesh of your youth.   Ghost the halls and retraceContinue reading #MeToo Writing Contest Third Place: Mr. Blog/The Weight of Memory is Fierce