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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.
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The Crone’s Tarot: A Materialist Feminist’s Menopausal Adventure | by Dr V L McMahon
"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."
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Tiller | by A'Ja Lyons
Vines lengthened in gratitude. Earth rumbled in reply. New moisture enriched the soil and revived that which had been left to rot.
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Beaten for Now, but not forever | by Patricia Stover
A personal essay in response from a red state on the election in the US -- Medusa Rising publishes many kinds of writing. This is the first personal essay on this site. :)