by Vanessa Blakeslee Since 2008, the year I originally wrote this essay as part of my application for the Gift of Freedom Award, the conversation about the challenges women writers face in […]
Pura Vida, or Reflections on “The Good Life”
Are You Shielding an Abuser? Victims Deserve to be Believed
by Suzannah Gilman No, I can’t pass judgment on what happened in that situation, but I can be glad for the revival of the noise. Sadly, the allegations of sexual abuse at […]
It Can Happen Anywhere. It DOES Happen Anywhere.
What it’s like when a shooter comes to your campus: Florida State University, November 20, 2014 By Catherine Frederick I had the lights out and I was reading on my iPad when […]
“When I Heard About the Gunman”
In light of last night’s shooting at my daughter’s school, this poem reminds me that despite the undertow of fear, peace reigns for us, and for that, I’m grateful. Be safe.“When I […]
Meet a Real Siren Tomorrow at Florida Bookstore Day!
Originally posted on Lisa Lanser Rose:
For Florida Bookstore Day, I’ll be reading with my wild, awarding-winning Science Fiction friend Nick DiChario at Wilson’t Book World! Come crack up and buy presents…
Literary Magazine Wishes
This may open me to accusations of being lazy, picky, snobby, or not snobby enough, but here’s what I wish for in a litmag I’m going to submit my work to: 1) […]
Things Long Yearned For
I asked some of my women writer friends what they wished for. Here are their answers—some serious, some not, all interesting, and altogether, a found poem. Be sure to click on their […]
November: What We Wish For
Do you always make a wish when you notice it’s 11:11? When you find an eyelash? On the first star of the night? Do you seek out wishing wells, dream of […]
Cassadaga
By Susan Lilley When the clutch pops on the cemetery hill, I ask for directions and find out they don’t like to be called fortune-tellers. And here is the low, vine-swallowed cottage […]
Whispers to My Mother
By Karen Price Mother. Oh mother. Before I drew breath you knew me. You whispered (deep whirs) whispered my name in your sleep. When my father ascended from his pit of bright […]
The Gloria Sirens 