THE KEEPING ROOM
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 via PayPal. Submit via Submittable.
***Simultaneous submissions are accepted, but please notify us immediately if accepted elsewhere.
***All material must be original and unpublished.
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FICTION
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CREATIVE NONFICTION
Fat by Sarah Levine
Ten. The package of Oreos makes its way around the classroom, as do squeals from your classmates as they thank Jacob for convincing his mom to stop at Wawa to bring a snack for the class. You follow the bright blue package with your eyes, not watching the beloved...
Lost Time by Nancy Jorgensen
Two brides in my family never had sex. I wasn’t told their birth names. I knew them only as Sister Christine and Sister Hilarion. Born in the 1890s, they wore flowing black tunics, cinched by a coarse rope that dangled a heavy metal cross. A waist-length cape winged...
Losing Art An excerpt from LOSING ART, a memoir by Patricia Feinman
I got as close to Art as I could, resting one arm on either side of him, without letting any of my weight lean on his emaciated body. I looked into his face. It’s okay, my love, I said. You can go … I’ll be okay. It was a lie. I had no idea if I would survive the loss...
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. I surprised myself. Long-term commitment was unlike me. Just as I turned fifty, a psychic alarm must have sounded...
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...
POETRY
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