In high school I prided myself on knowing the best gossip, and later I became a journalist. The question I had to ask myself, when the time came to finally write a memoir, was how much to divulge.
December: Confession
A Sunshine State of Mind, Or, How I Got My Tattoo
As my 30s came to an end I became anxious about this lack of constancy, and blamed it for my husband’s disappearance from my life. “To know who you are,” Carson McCullers once said. “You have to have a place to come from.” How could I expect someone else to know me if I didn’t know myself?
“Woman: American” a poem
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 […]
Just Before – Stacy Barton muses on “Transition”
“By its nature, Transition reveals a world between: between then and now; between old and new; between heaven and earth. Transition claims us, demands we trust that the birth will come, that the new life will appear.”
In Defense of Horror
In my hometown, State College, Pennsylvania, every house seems to come equipped with its own ghost. The ghost of Betsy Aardsma, killed by an unknown person in 1969, haunts the Pattee Library. […]
“Being Female” by Eileen Myles
We (the Sirens) came across this piece by Eileen Myles recently. Yes, it may be 4 years old, but we wish it was 50 years old, or 100 years old–because it’s still […]
“Ossuary,” a poem by Ariana Brown
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. […]
Selfie Lovers 90-Second Horror Film
Truly scary and perfect for the month of Bogeymen!
Tohoku Ghost Stories: a Poem
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, […]
October: Bogeymen
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. […]
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