relationships – Page 26 – FEMININE COLLECTIVE

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December 20, 2016May 16, 2017 Rachael Convery

give me the gun, my love this is no dance, no punchline blue smoke coiling like hollow wire above the spruce crowns, glittered with the last cold of the cruelest month the tired ladder propped beside the gutter clotted scarlet the knifesong of the wind beyond the grasp of the Read more

Hello, Lover

December 12, 2016September 12, 2018 Jacqueline Cioffa

She’s there, standing right there in front of him And the two steps forward separating their paths seem less heavy And less likely to cross than the Brooklyn Bridge In his steel toe Timberlands Waiting by the curb, twiddling her restless fingers Making fists inside her down coat pockets, and Read more

Step Nine

December 11, 2016December 7, 2016 Robin Vigfusson

How shrewd of him to corner her at work since there was no door to slam in his face; she shared a space with four other women, but how could he have known that? Remarkably, he was obese. His ferrety leanness as a young man had seemed metabolic, but now Read more

Special, Baby

December 9, 2016September 14, 2018 Bobby Wilson

I liked his calloused hands running over the smooth skin on my back, us standing there, me in my thong that he bought for me and a pair of flats, he shirtless in his boxer briefs. He loved flats, loved to see my feet in them, to marvel at them. Read more

Kaleidoscopic Illusions

December 9, 2016April 18, 2017 F.K. Jadoon

She is a lost soul wandering in a maze of memories where everything blurs and fades out of sight as soon as she thinks she has caught a glimpse of the forever-changing, revolving, disappearing – kaleidoscope of moth-eaten memories But their impression remains burned on her retinas and she can Read more

The Heart Never Grows Old

December 7, 2016September 14, 2018 Susan P. Blevins

What is it with age? When we’re very young all we want to do is grow old in a hurry, then when we’re teenagers we act like toddlers. As do many seniors. The big crunch comes in middle age and stems from the looming terror of growing old, but it Read more

Unborn

December 7, 2016September 14, 2018 Kate Murdoch

Maja’s hair was a black curtain. Like a child, she imagined it protected her as she sat on the train, her hand cupped over her stomach. For the first few months, she had spent most of her time prone on her bed, the pillow damp. She prayed to the Virgin, Read more

I Am A Woman

December 5, 2016September 12, 2018 Katie Grudens

Don’t tell me I am too emotional to handle. Don’t tell me you love me just because you love my love handles. Actually, don’t ever call them love handles. My body was not made for you to hold on to. Grab onto. Pound into. If my body is all you Read more