If wood is a woman this plank is Marilyn Monroe. Carpenters lust, none can master voluptuous curves of grain. Sandpaper roughens. Sawdust smells of musk. From simple sapling of unforgiving forest, seizing daylight she grew to glory. Soft wood, stained blonde, absorbed too much. The cabinetmaker looks pathetic. Passing hand to hand, shop to shop, in her presence all others are shabby. Lacquer shields her as if behind glass, a […]
Laura Grace Weldon | Poems of her own
Jo-Ann Fabric Store Employees Dorothy was the oldest, over 70, Ann almost that, then Marge, mother of four, on down in age to me in college. Our hands constantly lifting, measuring, smoothing oceans of fabric rolled from bolts, rending them with scissors that sailed. As we did we talked, voices singing of possibilities to customers, singing of our lives to one another, straining as we carried boxes and bent to […]
Anoop Judge | A fury of her own
They ask me to remember their memories, but I keep on remembering mine. – Lucille Clifton He was her boss, the one whose signature with the thick, dominant strokes was stamped on the checks she stood in line to collect from the cashier’s office at 425 Locust Street, Walnut Creek. Twice a month, like clockwork. On the 15th and the 30th. She drove straight to the bank after she tucked […]
Power and sex | MOON Shine
“This is not about women fighting men to gain the positions men have and do things the way men do them, only better. That is unimaginative, as well as being beside the point. The point is, we have only really got one way of thinking about power in the West at present, and that is power through domination and control. We have been stuck with these notions of power for […]
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