Invitation to readers: If you were alive in 1955, share what different direction you might have taken with your life had the opportunity been there — or what you did do that was considered nontraditional. Send to firstname.lastname@example.org.
People emerged from their homes with shocked, confused stares, like deer emerging from forest wildfire.
Place is defined by the stories we tell, and each place has a story that must be told.
I am still looking for how justice can show up for us.
This is the ending section of a short story related to a surveillance society, as part of our exploration of fiction and poetry at womenspress.com
We continue our series of sci-fi installments from local author Stephani Maari Booker. “Judie Junkie Blues” is appearing in three monthly installments. Find Part 1 here.
“Your life of luxury is about to end. I heard we’re getting a new resident today.”
You call me “Criminal,” as you cheat, assault, and rob the world blind. You call me “Shit-hole,” as you foul
Twice a month for several years, a group of eight Minnesota women have gotten together to share their writing. In