I sometimes talk to brick and drywall they don’t mind my weight and my screams never make them flinch and like a potted plant I lean into their light whispering to the room about teacups and spoons. I always talk to trees and flowers tucking in their beds, cleaning away aphids since the birds are … Continue reading I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings – Tamara Fricke
Written by the victor, history’s fire will make a villain of us all for blood is not meant for ornamentation not even in righteous condemnation and especially not in sacrificial delight. Dented and hewn when the battle concludes our armour will be our coffins and swords our burial shrouds. We monsters are battleforged, crafted to … Continue reading The Woman Warrior – Tamara Fricke
Oh no, pet, not today- you’ve brought your fire to a coven concrete in self assurance with crystal portals that know this story and a bricked in spine that doesn’t know what it means to curtsy the soot of your hatred warms these aging bones but does little to diminish a resolve cured to perfection … Continue reading the witch doesn’t burn in this one – Tamara Fricke
You climbed my body like kudzu claiming successive trees slowly choking out room for anything but your own tepid perpetuation. Pushing further, deeper, wider my leaves howled for one final gasp of air and you wonder why a sapling shudders when you whisper her name. Tamara Fricke is the 2010 co-winner of the Gertrude Claytor … Continue reading Against Our Will – Tamara Fricke
I’m a lesbian because I can install a garbage disposal and don’t like being called a cunt. I am a whore because I like my body, sex, and am totally comfortable talking about it. I am a second-class woman because I refuse to reproduce. I am bossy and bitchy and pushy and stuck-up and a … Continue reading Backlash – Tamara Fricke
Maiden, Mother, Crone seduce the night and wrap us tightly in your honeysuckle thighs as we draft a new tomorrow on one another’s skin Mother, Crone, Maiden suckle every hungry spirit with mother-milked kindness and spare not the rod lest it spoil humanity as a whole Crone, Maiden, Mother let me scream every obscenity until … Continue reading Women Who Run With Wolves – Tamara Fricke
Brave & Reckless 