Worship Weird
Beth Gordon is a poet, mother and grandmother, currently landlocked in St. Louis, MO. Her poems have been published in numerous journals including Into the Void, Noble/Gas, Five:2:One, SWWIM, Verity La, Califragile, Pretty Owl Poetry and Yes Poetry. She is also the Poetry Editor of Gone Lawn. What is your favorite creative medium? Poetry What […]
Read More Interview: Beth GordonThigh* They lie to you, at twelve, about the thigh — that what men see, above a knee, will be invitation, impossibly denied. Their closure, your responsibility, neglected means you are unprotected, an opening to be inspected, slut to shut out — having been inside. Suspect a miniskirt rebellion when you cut with razorblade a […]
Read More Thigh by Kristin GarthYou know, in the beginning there was woman and she made stones from sand. And taking water for bone, sculpted more of herself, the gift of life emerging tenderly from her sinewy hands There has been talk of fire, but with her face and her face and her face once more there was the sky, […]
Read More Ekphrastic Challenge: K DulaiMy mother told me that as soon as my brother and I could run, we were headed for the street. We’d toddle on our little feet out the front door and towards roads that sounded like rushing ocean waves. Or at least, I would, my mother sprinting behind me with one eye towards my brother […]
Read More RunCharlotte Hamrick’s poetry, prose, and photography has been published in The Rumpus, Literary Orphans, Connotation Press, Eunoia Review, and numerous other journals. She is a Pushcart Prize nominee and was a Finalist for the 15th Glass Woman Prize for her Creative Non-Fiction. Currently, she serves as the Creative Nonfiction Editor for Barren Magazine. She lives in New Orleans with her husband and a menagerie of rescued pets.
Read More Interview: Charlotte Hamrick16 is sacrifice. Serpents seek skin. Sequestration a season, and then they begin — reptilian gazes, demon enchantment, sheepskin, diabolists who crave consumption within. You are an entrance. Composition is doors, all orifices, indefensible pores. – From “An Entrance is Not an Exit” In her latest full-length collection, Candy Cigarette: Womanchild Noir (Hedgehog Poetry Press, […]
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