Isn’t good old-fashioned grief enough? Loss, tears, the flooding of memories?
Creative Nonfiction
The Keeping Room is an online magazine for all women writers, poets, and artists.
We are looking to publish your short stories, essays, free writing, poetry, and photo essays that touch on topics related to Women’s Wisdom, Lessons Learned, Self-care, Bodies, Relationships, and Community.
Writers selected for publication will be paid $25
Sonata by Julie Lockhart
C-sharp (#): Compositions in a minor scale, such as Beethoven’s “Moonlight Sonata in C# Minor,” can evoke a misty evening of sad contemplation, moody ruminations, even grief.
Weight of a Thousand Flowers by Linda Petrucelli
“I can see myself living here for a very long time,” I told the realtor, my fingers trembling as I signed for the rundown rancher with a great view.
The Earthquake and my Brain
By Domnica Radulescu
Time has been a long formless dough stretching from one end of the world to another, the days all mashed up into this mushy paste, Monday Sunday Thursday Monday all over again, it could be March it could be May yet it is unmistakably spring – blooms and blossoms over deaths and common graves.
Nothing By Mouth
by Jill Quist
On those sooty, gray train rides into the city to take Dad to the VA, I found myself rehearsing the questions that...
What She Carried
By Darcy Lohmiller
A 1975 ad for Buxton women's wallets asked, "What better way is there to organize all those things you have to carry?"...
Pounding the Steering Wheel
By Laura Johnsrude
Ever since Sarah was born blue and floppy and her cardiologist father resuscitated her, I have imagined a disaster....
For the Record
By Michelle Goering
When my Aunt Ada sits down to write to me, she’ll start with the weather: “Greetings on this cold and rainy Tuesday...
Sex Ed
By Laine Cunningham
A girl between eleven and fourteen (a gauzy and vibrant age) will enter menses. She will have been (awkwardly)...
The Cream of the Cream
by Cassie Premo Steele
“What do you like to read?” Sister Marie Claire was old. She wanted nothing to do with the Second Vatican Council, and...
THE COVERED BRIDGE
By Eliza Laffin
“So what’s for dinner?” I was foraging through Mom’s fridge, taking advantage of the quickly dissipating cold blast of...