He Promises Tomorrow

I try to show him

what it means to touch me

He promises tomorrow,

but tomorrow never comes.

Guest UserJanuary 30, 2021BIPOC POETRY, BIPOC WOMEN WRITERS, FWWR, WOMEN WRITERSComment

The Do's and Don'ts | Love If Only

If you are silent about your pain, they’ll kill you and say you enjoyed it.
–Zora Neale Hurston

Guest UserJanuary 28, 2021BIPOC, BIPOC WOMEN WRITERS, POC, POETRY, FWWR, WOMEN AUTHORS, BLACK POETRYComment

Imagination's Gift

The zigzag on the Rorschach test

Looked like a zebra --

It was black and white

And sprouted coltish legs.

Guest UserJanuary 26, 2021FWWR, POETRY, WOMEN WRITERS, WOMEN AUTHORSComment

To Love A Mermaid

To love a mermaid means to find algae on your shoes. To forgive the smell of seaweed, become averse to sushi, and stop calling your period “shark week”.

Guest UserJanuary 23, 2021Poetry, FWWR, WOMEN WRITERS, LOVEComment

Step into the unknown, exploration of Deering Mangroves

Surges of energy rush through my body and captivate my mind

Time stands still as I walk into this other world

The morning sun peeks through the brilliant green canopy

Guest UserJanuary 21, 2021Ekphrastic Poetry, Poetry, Women writers, FWWRComment

Bird | Recipe for Eggshells

I escape to Yorkshire

try to fathom endearing terms

like love and duck

meant with genuine compassion

Guest UserJanuary 19, 2021Poetry, Sexuality, FWWR, WOMEN WRITERSComment

sonnet love affair

I first fell out of love in seventh grade:

130, read out loud, line by line.

This poet could demean and bitch and whine

then call it love.

Guest UserJanuary 16, 2021Poetry, SONNET, SHAKESPEARE, FWWR, WOMEN WRITERSComment

She Wakes

She wakes each

morning to song,

willing to let the rain

Guest UserJanuary 14, 2021Poetry, FWWR, WOMEN WRITERS, WOMEN AUTHORSComment

For My Rapist | What He Taught Me

He taught me how to fear. I’d rather live with my eyes shut than be blinded by the light.

Guest UserJanuary 12, 2021sexual assault, sexual trauma, poetry, prose poetry Comment

One Night You Grew Silent

You said you wanted me

when you turned to face the lamppost.

The snowflakes caught your eyelashes

on the last languid Christmas.

Guest UserJanuary 9, 2021POETRY, FWWR, WOMEN WRITERSComment

The Wholly Chalice

I am not sure when or how it all happened,

But lately, my vagina has seemed like a beautiful chalice.

Guest UserJanuary 7, 2021FWWR, POETRY, WOMEN WRITERS, SELF-LOVE, SELF-AFFIRMATIONComment

The Core | Instead of You

I left your body with the same

grooves in my fingernails as you

bitten to the quick

bringing comfort when everything else

Guest UserJanuary 5, 2021FWWR AUTHORS, WOMEN WRITERS, WOMEN AUTHORS, POETRYComment

Grape Soda

…I was chipping my new manicure. I was eating all of the grapes with

coffee ice cream. I was a little chubby, but nice.

I was writing poems by the side of the pool,

the blue curtains…

Guest UserDecember 31, 2020DEATH, GRIEF, POETRY, FWWR AUTHORS, WOMEN WRITERSComment

She is Art | Shopping

abstract realism

a divine duality

endlessly evolving

Guest UserDecember 29, 2020WOC, WOC WRITERS, POETRY, FWWR AUTHORSComment

New Shape of Family

…This is to say, we now stand on the other side

of those memories, recycling the past

to create this new shape of family…

Guest UserDecember 24, 2020Poetry, FWWR authors, Women writers, Family, resiliencyComment

How a Filipino Mother Says I Love You

She marinates my petaling skin,

with Vicks Vaporub. The cracks stop

at my stomach, to reveal a slick

oasis made by her calloused fingertips.

Guest UserDecember 22, 2020WOC, WOC WRITERS, FWWR AUTHORS, POETRYComment

What We Fell Into

This is what we fell into.

That’s why we take the stairs two at a time, we destroy the surveillance cameras, confiscate all the guns aimed at us, shut off all your alarms, and we speak.

Guest UserDecember 17, 2020WOC WRITERS, WOC, POETRY, FWWR AUTHORS, WOMEN WRITERSComment