“Copy of a wh*re” by Michael T. Smith

The term ‘first person’ shows how selfish we are.  I would never Look at myself […ergo sum…] the way We Continue reading →

“O, Woman (Sonnet)” by Michael T. Smith

O, woman thy airy ways have — but stop!                             You must be green of reading po’tic sop That’s written about Continue reading →

“Gather Apart” by Michael T. Smith

(from and to Maya Angelou)   The loss of a first love is so painful that it borders on the Continue reading →

“Missing” by Michael T. Smith

It’s like condemning the sky for being blue; though never spoken, your name flits through my head, like a bird Continue reading →

“A Sonnet to the She Wolf Lara Shaved head, cheap flimsy blue dress, angry” by Lenore S Beadsman

Almost hopeless to the point of tyranny she must be a sad   Vacant lame struggling case to have such Continue reading →

“A Sonnet to the She Wolf Melisande – A painted face, bare shoulders, irritable” by Lenore S Beadsman

Confronted throughout the really remained to stuff out   The rather putrid of the matter was a gelatin effect still Continue reading →

“A Sonnet to the She Wolf Ksenia – Very pregnant, golden eyes, pugnacious” by Lenore S Beadsman

Careful as to not involve the steady sure enough to powder the Careening was about to be stable over which Continue reading →

“Useless Wombs” + “Indoctrinated” by Janna Grace

Useless wombs   are useless before your period and after menopause but being useless only matters when they might be Continue reading →