A Feminist Literary Collective (& outlaw poets swearing)
“A scar does not form on the dying. A scar means, I survived.” ― Chris Cleave, Little Bee You plucked my wings feather by feather pulled it out in pieces from the blades of my shoulder You can bloody me all you want shred me into pieces and rip them into halves for everyone toContinue reading Rebirth – Megha Sood
Whispers penetrate flesh walls, secrets resound like a melody within the temple of mind. A church choir of boys sing Latin, a tongue they never understood, yet made beautiful in spite. An angelic host of innocence, perched in perfect rows; perverse men licking dry lips conduct harmony, as chorus echoes in rounds confined byContinue reading Preyed
First Published in the Writer’s cafe Magazine Issue 13 -“Elements” My soul without the love an empty poem Stripped of its beauty with metaphors but nothing to compare with. My mind with it’s tangled thoughts ricochet between the doubts and the certainty almost sure of the day when nothing will begin and everything willContinue reading Elements-Megha Sood
Kindra M. Austin, Candice Louisa Daquin, Rachel Finch, and Christine E. Ray wish to express their gratitude to the 109 courageous writers and artists who submitted 214 pieces of original writing and artwork for consideration for the anthology ‘We Will Not Be Silenced.’ Your stunning creativity, raw authenticity, and enthusiasm for the project has beenContinue reading Update on ‘We Will Not Be Silenced’
Bruised But Not Broken, Whisper and the Roar, Indie Blu(e), and Blood Into Ink are joining forces to publish an anthology about the lived experience of sexual harassment and assault. We believe that it is more important than ever before that more voices speak out and reclaim their strength by owning their survival stories. AllContinue reading One Week Left to Submit Writing and/or Art for “We Will Not Be Silenced”
“I desire the things that will destroy me in the end.” ― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath The elongated nights and their shapeless arrival tiptoeing of these broken dreams along the shattered corners of my heart my goblin shaped nightmares hiding around the corners and monsters in the corridors wailing and calling myContinue reading Foreign-Megha Sood
When I met you, I had no tears When you left me, I had too many They didn’t stop Though all the experts On saline tear production Proclaimed they would Miss Daquin do not fear, they said You will simply dry up, just wait For a hot flash Or a cold night I told themContinue reading Disciple of love – Candice Daquin
