Collective

Pen in hand, the words begin to flow,pouring out the stories once untold,tales of women, beautiful and bold,rising up together, voices grow.ย They resist each obstacle, each blow,band together, warmth against the cold,they don't bend or break, they simply foldthey are origami โ€“ all they know.ย Leaping now from paper, growing songs,singing both for pain and joy… Continue reading Collective

I’m Worthless to Gilead

Too young to be a Martha.Too outspoken to be an Aunt.Didn't marry rich enough to be a Wife.Can't be a handmaiden -- what with the missing ovaries. And uterus. Guess it's off to the Colonies for me. Then again, Canada is only 300 miles awayโ€ฆ Original Poem by Winona Anderson