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By Alex Carrigan Caelan Ernest’s night mode is a book-length serial poem from Everybody Press that explores love and the body in technological terms. The book is broken into five long poetic sequences and a coda that play with form and language as they explore how technology has changed the way we communicate and connect with one another. Through its unique structure and playing with language, Ernest’s book examines this disconnect between the mind, mouth, and body, with an added queer lens to make it unique in how it looks at these issues.
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By David Sparenberg "Tell me the landscape in which you live and I will tell you who you are". - Jose Ortega y Gasset, Spanish Philosopher I am a human member. My home is of intimate space. I live between Earth and Sky. I am between land and water.
The ocean-world that cannot be crossed in a single day, a single night, or even in a single lifetime, starts and ends at my bare feet. Unbroken rhythm washing the singing sand surges between my toes, bubbling beneath where I stand, under my soles. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Legs. They’re what I notice most often about other women, aside from face and hair and outfit and all the other things we love to judge.
Lest you think I have ulterior motives, I’m not trawling for a conquest or stalkee. I’m a straight, cis, aging Gen X-er with a tidily manicured set of body image issues. A 5’9” size 16 sort of woman: bigger than some, smaller than others, and utterly average by American standards of measurement. I’m just kind of hung up on legs. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
By Steph Whitehouse Trigger Warning: Domestic Violence This is a topic is often shrouded in secrecy that I almost hesitate to write of it. Yet my hesitation only adds to the secrecy when in fact, it needs to brought out into the open. It must be done so that others do not feel so isolated and know they are not alone. By sharing our stories and knowledge we can feel united and end the shame and secrecy around domestic violence. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
By Sarah Harley "A light here required a shadow there". – Virginia Woolf Along with threads of cotton, lengths of garden jute twine, my mother’s brown hair that fell out in soft, abandoned clumps after the radiation and chemotherapy treatment – the paper dolls were cut with the blunt edge of the tarnished silver scissors. The scissors lived in the darkness of the kitchen drawer, the one above the pitch black cupboard where my mother hid the alcohol.
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Photo by Marco Trinidad on Pexels Casinos have always been a popular setting in the world of film. From the glamour and excitement of the gambling tables to the tension and drama of high-stakes poker games, casinos provide a rich and captivating backdrop for filmmakers to explore. Over the years, countless movies have been made featuring casinos in some form or another, and they have become a staple of the film industry.
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By Alex Carrigan In her new poetry collection Buffalo Girl, Jessica Q. Stark presents a series of poems that speak of violence against women’s bodies through a variety of cultural, national, and personal histories. The majority of the collection follows Stark’s mother, who immigrated to the US following the Vietnam War, and parallels her story through multiple reinterpretations of the Little Red Riding Hood fairy tale. Along with her use of collage photography, Stark’s hybrid poems present an incredible story of survival and autonomy through a dangerous trek through the woods.
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By Amy Lee “The past does not trust us yet, but I do. I do" The path from girlhood to womanhood can be fraught with complexity, fragility and even spiritually incomplete without a full reflection and reckoning. Anastasia DiFonzo’s A Certain Serenity fearlessly revisits and navigates through the journey from girlhood to womanhood with poetry that is ravishingly raw and rare.
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Creative Non-Fiction: Scary Happiness and the Corporate Corpse Revival by Jamie Cartwright3/24/2023 By Jamie Cartwright I quit my effing job…
The year is 2022, the month is May. Enter me - an eager, energetic, seasoned-for-seven-years manager in the healthcare industry, my strut defining me as a scrappy, assertive, and no-nonsense female - hear me roar, bitches. Onlookers see me as a leader in her prime, blind to the jade curtain, putting 110% into developing people, thinking beyond the five-year plan, stressing the importance of psychological safety, and valuing transparent communication. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
By Katie Snyder Prologue
I have large, cystic, dense breasts. By large, I mean bra size 32HH--a real size, though it sounds fake. It's a hard size to find bras for. Even when found, they consist more of hoists and pulleys than anything attractive. But I digress. Back to the point: I gave up self-checks long ago because I was so lumpy I could never tell anything. For decades I relied on annual mammograms--impossible during Covid. |
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