Womens Poetry - Medusa Rising

Womens Poetry

Archive | 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.

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Archive | 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.

Womens Poetry

Archive | The Complex Choreography of Womanhood | by Susan L Lin

My body knows the secret to clearing the ground.

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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.

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Womens Poetry

The Prettiest House on Jutland Road | by A'Ja Lyons

The house looked lovely yet my grandmother never / repaired the developing foundation issue

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Poetry

The Complex Choreography of Womanhood | by Susan L Lin

My body knows the secret to clearing the ground.

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Womens Poetry

Whispers | by Patricia Stover

We work quietly / Pounding metal / Sharpening our swords