by Suzannah Gilman I have traveled across mountain and desert with my firstborn in the belly of a jet plane. I have driven him hundreds of miles more so we could […]
I am the author of a poetry chapbook, I Will Meet You at the River, (as Suzannah Gilman), frequent traveler, and a licensed attorney who represented victims of domestic violence under a grant from the U.S. Dept. of Justice Office on Violence Against Women. My poetry, essays, fiction, and nonfiction have in such in such publications as The Florida Review, Pearl Magazine, Calyx Journal, Green Hills Literary Lantern, Pearl Magazine, Prick of the Spindle, Slow Trains, The Cafe Review, and The Meridian Anthology of Contemporary Poetry. I competed in flash fiction slams, winning every time. I won Literary Death Match on my 50th birthday. Twice nominated for a Pushcart Prize for poetry, I now concentrate on blogging for The Gloria Sirens and writing fiction. I have four children, four daughters-in-law, and four grandchildren. I live with my husband, the poet Billy Collins, in Florida.
by Suzannah Gilman I have traveled across mountain and desert with my firstborn in the belly of a jet plane. I have driven him hundreds of miles more so we could […]
What do you get when you combine 200 miles of Florida road, a hocked typewriter, a 1971 Pinto, sudden dashes à la Emily Dickinson, an unlit baseball field, a bicycle race, two broken hearts, and a whole lotta Bondo? Something highly combustible, of course.
It’s easy: look at the top banner on The Gloria Sirens homepage (pictured below). Select “Road Trips” (below, it’s highlighted in black) under the banner and access all the Road Trip pieces. […]
Get plenty of sleep tonight and set your alarm. The Road Trip starts at 9 in the morning.
Summer Solstice is the perfect day for a virtual road trip. On June 21, we will post a mix of stories, essays, poems, and photographs as eclectic as we Sirens ourselves. So […]
June 21 is Summer Solstice, the longest day of the year. What better day to take a virtual Road Trip with The Gloria Sirens? On June 21 we will post several pieces […]
Clarity for Joachim The way they do, this storm’s brought clarity and coolness to the air, and seeming calm. Hardly a day to muse on one’s mortality, the sun this bright, the […]
Glancing at the clock, I finally interrupted the men around the conference table, who had been jabbering when we had important issues on the agenda. The meeting was at my firm’s office, and I was responsible for running a productive meeting.
“Okay, there will be enough time for all of that later. Let’s get down to business,” I said.
The men all turned to me and glared. They hushed, but they exchanged looks with one another as if to say “What a bitch.”
From The Atlantic, this intriguing look at the proposition that perhaps what is keeping women writers from enjoying as many publication credits as men is the lack of submissions by women (seems like […]
by Suzannah Gilman My mother’s mother lies on this bed. She sways her head and mumbles, eyes blank as buttons. I hold her hand, recite The Lord’s Prayer, which she taught […]