Poetry
Instigator | by Laura Nováková
Red in glasses spilling scars / Kitchen counter full of vines / My heart starts then.
Poetry
About the Winged Ones | by Laura Nováková
I take a breath and just see where it goes from there.
Poetry
From The Apple & Eve poems| by Daša Kružlicová
that man! created from Angels mist / born to feed flowers / god passed him down to me / like shoe gone out of style
Poetry
Celandine Dandelion | by Linda Rosewood
She nearly finds what she came for, / Where flowers bloom for no man’s market. / Mostly heather speaking the women’s purple language.
Poetry
Portrait with Us | by SriJani Mitra
We have leopards breathing between our thighs.
Poetry
furies | by Therese Doherty
black is our colour, darkness our home / and red blood flows through our chthonic bodies / its own bright unlight
Poetry
The Complex Choreography of Womanhood | by Susan L Lin
My body knows the secret to clearing the ground.
Womens Poetry
Whispers | by Patricia Stover
We work quietly / Pounding metal / Sharpening our swords