by Ann E. Michael She has really white teeth. When half the world is looking for a meal, she is taking a shower. She relies more on her dishwasher than on her […]
Lisa Elisabeth Rose
Also known as Lisa Lanser Rose, I’m the author of a memoir, For the Love of a Dog, (Random House), and a novel, Body Sharers (Rutgers University Press). Body Sharers was a top-five finalist for the PEN/Hemingway Foundation Award for Best First Novel and won The Washington Pride for Fiction. My work can be found in Ascent, The North Carolina Literary Review, Art:Mag, Kestrel, Tampa Review, Feminist Studies, Florida Review, Superstition Review, Ascent, and Word Riot. I'm the founder of The Gloria Sirens and co-direct the Other Words Literary Conference. My essay, "Turnpike Psycho," won the 2013 Florida Review Editors' Choice Award and was a 2015 Best American Notable Essay.
by Ariana Brown (n.) a container or room into which the bones of dead people are placed.open textbook, there. my mexican history professor thinks The Establishment is a myth. open mouth, there. […]
by Katherine Riegel First of all, she’s big. I mean, tall and muscled and beautiful, and we can’t see up under her jeans but we think the red boots go all the […]
by Lisa Lanser Rose Last Tuesday morning my daughter Delaney and I drove two hours north from Clearwater to Gainesville on I-75. We were taking my Mick dog to the vet in what […]
Truly scary and perfect for the month of Bogeymen!
by Meg Eden We remembered the old ghost stories, and we told one another that there would be many new stories like that. Personally, I don’t believe in the existence of spirits, […]
This month on The Gloria Sirens, we challenge ourselves–and you–to venture into the dark spaces of your lives. Cup your hand around the flame and creak up the stairs into the drafty attic. […]
Few things make us happier at The Gloria Sirens than celebrating each other’s success. It’s my thrill and honor to announce that our own Susan Lilley landed two poems in the September/October 2015 American […]
So true–all our private thoughts behind the syllabus and in front of the room: “The goals and outcomes I am required to put on my syllabus make me depressed; they are the […]
by Susana H. Case In the street, I find an acoustic guitar, no name on it, so I decide it’s mine and learn some chords from a pretty boy ten years younger […]