
essay
Pour It Out | by A'Ja Lyons
I was with my sisters dancing to the rhythms correcting the misconceptions that I am any less than a goddess of the sun, or whatever that rapper said.
essay
I was with my sisters dancing to the rhythms correcting the misconceptions that I am any less than a goddess of the sun, or whatever that rapper said.
art
"An old woman’s lack of regular intercourse might mean that poisonous gas would build up in the womb and dissipate through bodily orifices, such as generating deadly eye beams to emanate and blind others."
I am ember, / You are wick, / It doesn't take much
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We need "to spin a meaning of self out of our femaleness, without reducing it to anything exclusively 'feminine'”.
coalition
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essay
Vines lengthened in gratitude. Earth rumbled in reply. New moisture enriched the soil and revived that which had been left to rot.
Poetry
It was the merest strands of hair, / On a girl adept at daylight / That were wayward signs to these infernal men.
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Womens Poetry
We work quietly / Pounding metal / Sharpening our swords