It’s easy to say butterflies breathed easier when god was a woman but denying a lioness’s true form does nothing for global consciousness. Shoeing a horse doesn’t convert it to a car and just because you call her “him” doesn’t mean Mother ever grew a penis or lost breasts; you simply put a sword in … Continue reading When God Was a Woman – Tamara Fricke
In the sandwich laden air stem cells weave cages locking dirty diapered babies in with lions, the very lions parents crashed through raging deserts to avoid. Left unshackled, bra straps tether tender flesh to steaming irons make-up trays and pointy-toed stilettos that stab – stab –stab at gutted corners of self-worth as we smile-lie through … Continue reading Handmaid’s Tale – Tamara Fricke
Mahogany skin lends itself, naturally, to scaffolding and furniture alike, crafting exquisite sculptures pale hands envy and caress, asking cinnamon’s warm russets to wipe snotty noses and dust behind the golden fabric-ed recliner, left fetishized and unused in the corner. Scabbards, every colored womb, that bridge yesterday’s hatred with tomorrow’s subjugation, deny a solitary fact— … Continue reading Featured Post: This Bridge Called My Back – Tamara Fricke
Fuck Holden Caulfield and sing instead of electrified ether crackling down the spine of every woman that bore him. I’m bored with him and I’m suffocating under the weight of smug superiority. Life is only meaningless because your white male ass decided it was. The glass of this cage was crafted to supplant umbilical care … Continue reading Featured Post: The Bell Jar – Tamara Fricke
Kneeling before you, Sister Outsider, I offer you the milky shade of my skin that I may draw you, and other strangers, closer to the fire. I ask that my privilege’s shelter canopy cross sections of isms and help feed malnourished lips that have cracked in silent screams. Please, lift my voice, Sister Outsider, that … Continue reading Featured Post: Sister Outsider – Tamara Fricke
The monthly pelvic spasms wrecking my body are a myth, and so’s the clitoris, g-spot, and female orgasm. That sexual discourse is a tool of castration and emotional availability is a leash meant to tether masculinity. Equilibrium has been: -achieved -is unnecessary -a sign post of impending doom dependent upon magnanimity or malaise. And yet … Continue reading Featured Post: Men Explain Things to Me – Tamara Fricke
Brave & Reckless 