By Ashley Gonzalez Light trickles through cracked walls, dancing with dim shadows over dusty floors. My eyes follow follow follow, Spirit hollow hollow hollow, cleared out years ago by cold hearted foes and rows with Self and Other. Lovers of mine...
By Sophia Kiang This has been a circularly beautiful night. We parked in the power plant and Jesus and Mary were waiting for us, so close. Switching gas stations, red light district leather, full of love for the ways that you lie. Soon I would be...
When someone asks how long Minerva Rising has been around, I always say it started in January of 2012. But the idea was planted a year earlier. I was sitting in my keeping room in January, reading Secrets of the Zona Rosa: How Writing (and Sisterhood) Can Change...
Reviewed by Emily Shearer We grow through uncertainty and the urge to keep moving to keep ourselves whole perhaps to discover we might be driven by reasons neither noble nor true. Yet the unknown opens prospects; and while clarity may ensue, it’s the...
It was the summer of 1972. At the time I lived with my parents on a modest 110-acre dairy farm. Imagine a white clapboard farmhouse with a front porch, a weathered gray barn, pastures abuzz with grasshoppers, and black-and-white cows slurping water out of a...
Which woman most influenced my creative life? First, I think of Virginia Woolf, then Gloria Steinem, Eleanor Roosevelt and Betty Friedan. What about Tillie Olsen? Surely, Sylvia Plath or Adrienne Rich. Rearrange them in whichever order you wish. It...
