Within my womb cells divide, and fuse. Brain grows. Heart grows. Lungs grow. Eyes, ears, mouth, and nerves all form inside my sacred space. Man is formed… Read more “Don’t Tell Me I’m Not Woman – Kindra M. Austin”
Category: Kindra M. Austin
I Peel Paper – Kindra M. Austin
I peel paper, yellow— jaundice skin, is it mine? I sit inside myself. I am a room with a view, but I peel paper to pass the… Read more “I Peel Paper – Kindra M. Austin”
We Will Not Be Silenced Launch Event II
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Join us for our second launch event on Facebook! December 7 at 7pm-10pm The editors and contributors are concluding a week…
We Will Not Be Silenced – Launch Tomorrow!
We Will Not Be Silenced: The Lived Experience of Sexual Harassment and Sexual Assault, Told Powerfully Through Poetry, Prose, Essay and Art is in the best seller… Read more “We Will Not Be Silenced – Launch Tomorrow!”
Review of For You, Rowena (Kindra M. Austin) – Kristiana Reed
Austin made a gorgeous debut with Magpie in August so when asked to read and review For You, Rowena I was filled with excitement and trepidation. I… Read more “Review of For You, Rowena (Kindra M. Austin) – Kristiana Reed”
I Knew My Worth (originally published on Blood Into Ink)- Kindra M. Austin
I knew my worth when I was hot as fuck and boys all lined up to pet my cleft at the blind side of the playground— dirty… Read more “I Knew My Worth (originally published on Blood Into Ink)- Kindra M. Austin”
Violence Domesticated
Violence domesticated Woman. Pot Roast Sundays tasted better prepared with broken ribs. He loved her hair so much that he’d take greedy handfuls. I still see… Read more “Violence Domesticated”
A Ball Is for Throwing-Adrienne Rich
See it, the beautiful ball Poised in the toyshop window, Rounder than sun or moon. Is it red? is it blue? is it violet? It is everything… Read more “A Ball Is for Throwing-Adrienne Rich”
Tulips-Sylvia Plath
The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here. Look how white everything is, how quiet, how snowed-in. I am learning peacefulness, lying by myself quietly As… Read more “Tulips-Sylvia Plath”
Power-Audre Lorde
The difference between poetry and rhetoric is being ready to kill yourself instead of your children. I am trapped on a desert of raw gunshot wounds and… Read more “Power-Audre Lorde”
