Originally posted on The Brevity Blog:
A guest post from Risa Polansky Shiman: We call them Summer Submission Parties. Every two weeks, my MFA friends and I reserve a classroom from the English…
We Submit, and We Submit
Take a Road Trip With the Sirens on June 21
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 […]
Stay Awhile with Your Own Ones: A Father’s Day Essay
Originally posted on The Brevity Blog:
A guest blog essay for Father’s Day from Alexis Paige: Alexis and her Dad, 1978 When I was a child, I remember my father growing irritated,…
Summer Solstice Road Trip
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” – A poem by Moira Egan
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 […]
“Instructions,” a poem by Tria Wood
INSTRUCTIONS Check your front porch for potential attackers before you open the door for any reason. Check your back yard for potential attackers before you open the door to let the dog […]
So You Think Women are People. Want a Cookie?
By Megan Burbank (originally posted in LunaLunamag.com) There’s a post on Tumblr I noticed about a month ago of nine delicious-looking frosted sugar cookies. But if you look closely at the […]
CNF at 20: Find Your Question
Originally posted on Lisa Lanser Rose:
Informative and reassuring. Thanks for sharing with those of us who couldn’t be there! CNF at 20: Find Your Question.
Misogyny and #YesAllofUS
So much to say on this topic. So much wearily held in for so long. The Santa Barbara horror has pierced a long-festering soreness in women. These sad and urgent songs must […]
I Thought I Was a Fertility Goddess
by Becca Hensley That Goddess of Willendorf, stone figure unearthed by sturdy farmer’s hands, speaks to me. And now I burst with children, I am jam packed, crammed, congested with little hands […]
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