Category Archives: Feminism

The Good Times In Between

I feel like our mother when I read in bed, Early in the morning, stacks of books and letters next to me. Thoughts written wildly on the backs of bank statements and PG&E envelopes. Blankets tucked up and around my … Continue reading

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Trimming: Finding Pleasure Triggers in the Fine-Tuning

I much prefer the fine-tuning the trimming of my mostly leather-hard clay pots Even glazing, after first fire bisque, excites me more Than dirty fingers slipping over lopsided lumps of clay Spinning pot after horribly deformed pot only to find … Continue reading

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Self-doubt can go fuck itself: Looking all fear in the face

Pulling clothes off Baring body Fat pockets protruding Interesting curves Attractive lips Daring to love me Daring to touch the ugliest parts of me See the shame, lick it up like melted ice cream Buckets of hot foam disturbingly sweet … Continue reading

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A Need to Move Beyond Myself

Escape this heavy chest A mind that worries and scatters like so much dust Displaced over stacks of books By neon yellow swiping feathers To gather myself To make sense of thought To understand love and anger, my own being … Continue reading

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.Finding Home.

.Finding home so close to where I was born so far from the homes I’ve made.  Feel myself dropping down into this space, making familiar out of constant new. Pulling in the open air and the yellow mountains and box … Continue reading

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Good Morning San Diego: A Prayer

Your clouds a bright white and your sky a lazy blue Rocky green and yellow mountains are stretching out towards Mexico Waxy leaves cha-cha, reflecting spots of white cloud light Reaching to smell the morning through coffee filled mouth Your birds chirping … Continue reading

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Aloneness is Delicious

I enjoy my aloneness now in the middle of crowds or in a living room alone with my cat and some warm light and soft clothes. I enjoy my aloneness because my life has so little of it. Like a … Continue reading

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A Story of Female Agency: The Revolt of “Mother”

Mary Ellen Wilkin Freeman’s short story The Revolt of “Mother” is a story of female agency.  It is a story that sheds a sympathetic light on a woman’s struggles.  Unlike most stories written before the Women’s Suffrage movement about woman’s … Continue reading

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A Room of One’s Own: The Interruption Act

As far as my writing is concerned- I am aware of the obstacles set out in front of me, keeping me from writing the best work that I am capable of. Continue reading

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Marianne & Juliane: A Film of Sisterhood

Von Trotta is rather fair in the scene where Wolfgang strikes Juliane. Before Wolfgang’s blow, Juliane is shown fully immersed in her own world of investigation mostly ignoring Wolfgang. When he finally does have her attention Juliane expresses her desire for a break in their relationship until she’s…

I can’t help but think that a women’s sensibility is ‘a-logical’ only because it is being measured by a man’s ‘logic.’ When the standard is male anything that diverts from this standard is ‘wrong’ or illogical- thus a woman’s logic by it’s very being non-male will be a-logical. Continue reading

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