The Blood of Women by allecto

The day had been in the hands of Dante, and through the sweltering heat the girls had sat, listening to the important dates of mankind in History and partaking of subservience in Homemaking. And now the wind blew humid from the ocean, whipping their hair around their faces as they ran and jumped their way [...]

Dear Mr Postmodernist by Michelle

Dear Mr Postmodernist,
Stop telling me the body is nothing more than a ‘text’, merely ‘discursive’, nothing concrete, but fragmented, ‘engaged in performativity’.
What is that all about?
How is that helping?
What revolutionary purpose does it serve?
These insights of yours are purported to be groundbreaking, radical, cutting edge, liberating because they break down
‘binaries’,
‘dichotomies’,
‘totalities’,
all ‘essential’ and ‘universal’ notions.
Apparently I [...]

Always Remember by Rebecca Mott

Introduction 
I want to write about the time in my life when memory was hard to find. I was a time when I lived as if violence was normal. At that time, I handled my life by not handling it. I chose to drink, I try not to sleep, I would not eat healthy food. I [...]

She is Risen by allecto

This poem is dedicated to Rebecca Mott because she inspired it. You are an Amazon, Rebecca. Don’t you forget it.
She is Risen
Sing to me, siren
Of the night
Let the melodies take you
Distant tunes in the dappled light
The faithless drifting
Whilst I am caught
In a song and her eddies
With the lost and once-owned.
And she rises
Shaken from the seaweed
Riding the cantankerous waves
Of [...]