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It’s the Little Things | Bev Fesharaki
My nickname, scrawled on the picture of a naked woman on her knees. The shame. Little things. It’s the chubby fourth grade boy who hollered “fat four eyes”.
Museum Girl | Caralyn Roeper
A taxidermist, he fills my body With stiffening thoughts To keep me from running away.
The Dry Cleaner of Main Street | Cindy House
Every time he left, I would feel all of my muscles shake out of a tense grip, as if I’d been holding on to the edge of a cliff to
violation | Christine M. Hopkins
you almost forgot that after it happens, friends abandon you all at once without a word everyone at the same time is too busy or not equipped or dealing with
I’ve had to slap scream and shove my way to NO | Bonnie Billet
my step mother said she’d feel nothing if she were raped her daughters turned away from her my mother said something terrible happened to her but when we
grandma’s basement | Cleopatra Lim
he found me there summer seven, undressing into a sequined slip from ‘30; left me big red bites like the bees outside.
hostile work environment | Laila Halaby
I was not the target I was collateral damage and still my heart beats extra as I write this story
The Second Week of Teaching First Grade | Abigail Conklin
Hey, new girl. You do yoga, right? We oughta have a staff art class. Get you to model naked. Shove an apple in your mouth Abigail Kirby Conklin lives
Action Taken Prior to Referral | Danielle Holmes
Covered completely and yet I felt naked, filthy with the grime of adolescent appraisal… If I screamed would you hear me—have you been listening at all?
Carrillo | by Gabriela Jimenez-Carrillo
I’ve contorted my name Into basic syllables Cut off my rolling r Like demolition to mountain tops To suit your tongue …
To Whom it May Concern | by Carolyn Butcher
I have procrastinated about writing this to you for 45 years. Even now, my heart is pounding and my foot is tapping. I am angry at you and I’m angry
COFFEE WITH MOM | by Megan LeAnne
We speak of this over decaf coffee, over countless afternoons as the sunlight simmers, as the shadows stretch slowly like a cat across the carpet…