Feminism is my Realism- Kindra M. Austin & Christine Ray

Originally published on Whisper and the Roar I am Organism Female Defense Mechanism Natural Feminism is my Realism Because #MeToo, Motherfuckers I’ve been abused Been paid less cash Called a Radical Cunt a Bleeding Heart Liberal and Put in my place— Not my place, but theirs I’ve been judged by the size of my body … Continue reading Feminism is my Realism- Kindra M. Austin & Christine Ray

And how the body heals-Megha Sood

Megha Sood heals on Whisper and the Roar

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liliana-pereira-708261-unsplash.jpgAnd how the body teaches itself to heal

to get up 

shed off the scars

the sullen time has left behind

rub off all the cobwebs 

of the stale vapid moments

nesting in you for time forever 

taking shelter in your mind

feasting on your memories

like maggots

and sucking off the light 

that was once so divine

And the how the body teaches itself to recover

by crying profusely 

pouring out the tears

chaos of the lonely soul 

that deep lamentation 

that once gone sour

and how it springs that fountain of elixir

stemming from the depths of your heart

to cleanse you

once again

and to baptize your sins

marking you as a nubile

a soul apart

And how the body fight and shuts itself down

cocooned within itself 

sitting cross-legged in the dark 

hunched by the pain of the 

deep remorse

and sitting in complete silence 

mute and numb to the core

those screech and 

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Eric Syrdal paints transformation with words.

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She lay back
into the plush green
of the meadow
with lids closed
she turned her face
to the warming embrace
of our radiant star
hands cupped under her belly
she pulled back against
the soft velvet of her skin
an embrace of singular passion
for herself
the birds in the conifers
around this arena
burbled and whistled
like the voices of so many
just outside her peripheral
always pontificating
always instructing
do this
say that
be humble
be a lady
be demure
be a pleasant decoration to the room
a china doll
wrapped in taffeta
on a shelf
not to touch, engage or hold
to be seen and admired
but not to be heard
she was to be expensive and fragile
and placed behind glass
to sit upon a mantle in the parlor
for the sport
of the rich
to be won as a prize
for expertise in misogyny

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A beautiful Silence

Achingly beautiful imagery from Devika Mathur

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Dress Neckline Inspiration

There is absolutely no one in my room
Silence wraps its body and splatters itself on my chest.
A humdrum of incessant things
like a blue moon, blue blood sinks into the well of my mind,
eating the feverish residue laying there.
These thoughts, they cringe/cling/eat
like a plant in a cold rain,
embossing a slick shadow in the earth
And so I lie naked all by myself
giving  way to this silent flower
ready to bloom candles
For the crevices exist in places
unknown to my mind.
And I hibernate now. / A beautiful silence/

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Special Call for Submissions from the Whisper and the Roar: Global Exploitation of Women

The Whisper and the Roar Collective is seeking submissions of well-crafted, impactful writing for our series on the global exploitation of women. We are accepting poetry, prose, fiction, personal narratives, and essays on these topics from around the world. We are looking for writing that makes us feel, makes us think, that moves us. April 22nd – … Continue reading Special Call for Submissions from the Whisper and the Roar: Global Exploitation of Women

1/21/17- Timothy Tarkelly

Timothy Tarkelly speaks truth on Whisper and the Roar

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1-21-17(1) Timothy T

You think we are gathered for what?

To show our hearts like designer

labels, to be a fighter,

but only speak progressively?

To make noise, to wear our throats

to shreds and our toes to shreds

singing and marching while we sweat

under arms made rubber

but heavy like stone

by cardboard pictures of what?

Slogans you think we made up

to satisfy status, quip,

and trade in style for principle?

You think our shoulders like doom

so much that we wear it

for war-story nights

and profile photos?

I promise,

there are so many other ways

to spend a Saturday.

1-21-17 Timothy t

Timothy Tarkelly has an MA in Theatre (Drama Therapy) from Kansas State University. His poems have been featured by Lycan Valley Press, Fourth & Sycamore, Poets & War, and Aphelion. He is a member of the National Writers Union (UAW local 1981) and is on the National Committee of…

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