I don’t hate writing. Actually, I love writing, in fact, I love it so much it feels self-indulgent to call it work. That’s when it’s going well. When it flows from the end of my fingers, onto the screen or off the tip of my pen onto the page in exactly the way I...
Outside our New York house today everything I see is covered in water. Hard, white water. Snow. But outside our Los Angeles house – our tenant tells us – a dusting of ash, fine, almost invisible ash, covers everything. Because of the fires, because of the...
“Some mommies are ranchers, or poetry makers Or doctors or teachers, or cleaners or bakers Some mommies drive taxis, or sing on TV” -“Parents are People,” lyrics by Harry Belafonte and Marlo Thomas I’m a “poetry maker” mommy. And that means, for better or...
Prior to having my daughter, poetry was a soup I could simmer in at great lengths. Some days creativity was a smorgasbord which I chewed slowly, other days, ideas were served up from a literary drive thru window from which I plucked out the contents and swiftly turned...
ISSUE 3 – REBELLION: This issue of Minerva Rising is full of essays, stories and poems that celebrate courageous acts of rebellion. One woman ignores social convention and decorum to take control of her life in “Cast Iron.” Another woman reclaims her body after...
