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
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.
Poetry
For Mahsa, a poem for the women of Iran | by Victoria Gugenheim
It was the merest strands of hair, / On a girl adept at daylight / That were wayward signs to these infernal men.
Womens Poetry
Whispers | by Patricia Stover
We work quietly / Pounding metal / Sharpening our swords