Maryanne   a colleague of mine taught me what courage was.   She stood up to men who tried to bully Her,   men more powerful than She (or so they thought)   men with tenure men who plotted   behind closed office doors. But…

I sit alone in the darkness, tossed in without a prompt by those damned judges in their fine black robes. Fettered to the wall, all I hear is the swish as the pendulum drops. Panic sets in as time ticks away. Confusion clouds my brain….

Today procreating a human being is a process that is magical. In all mammals, there are only two necessities: eat and sleep. Watching Leanna awake responding to stimuli from the startle of ingredients grinding together — blended. To the lullaby of endless cars honking sirens…

I knew of Shirley after she knew me. The first time she heard me read.  A poet with great beauty in her words  and agape in her heart  she works more jobs in one week  than I have in a year.  She told me, much…

Life’s Hero in a Pandemic, Poetry Submission #1, Ann WJ White My mother sits in her living room, polishing grave stones from afar. She paces back and forth on worn carpet, exercising her legs and mind. The photos she takes from the window highlight trees…

I come by my radical feminism honestly as scrupulously as can a middle-aged guy like me I come from a long line of strong women immigrants occupation resistors pogrom survivors Great Depression scrappers and savers who made do and much more blue-collar unionists organizers women…

Today I will celebrate a woman who is certainly like no other. A public-school teacher, business community college instructor, Blue Bird leader, quintessential 1950’s mom—my late mother. Although since I would not want to ever wish to equivocate— About all else, obsessively-compulsively-she was never late!…

Women in History So many that gave themselves to change, to freedom in careers to fly to care for other humans to amplify mother nature. Shine the light Spotlight on lady liberty. a gift from France a symbol even now we can idolize. a woman…

Personally, I know of no one personally. Still uncovering my own self. Still poking around corners, searching for the parts of me that went into hiding. Parts lingering in secret passageways, looking through windows at herself. The lost parts, that were spooked out of myself….

We have been told again and again in all kinds of languages modern, ancient written, oral rhyme, prose urban, rural scientific, plain English lingua, tongue spoken word, sign cartoons, paintings in times of heat, in times of cold in times of draught, in times of…