Small is huge, Wells Fargo tells us with a Pleasantville main street gloss. It’s tough to admit when a cynical corporate slogan hits the mark, but I can’t think of a better way to describe Portland’s Future Tense Press and its portfolio of literary fire-starters. Run by literary community extraordinaire and Powell’s ambassador Kevin Sampsell, […]Read more "Dreaming Fantastical Stories: Szilvia Molnar"
Every skinny morning’s first minutes wade through nagging thoughts On the top of every month like clockwork She thinks she thinks she thinks you are both still fasting As if every woman ticks From the same town As if you all heave the same weight from the neck As if your mothers fed you the […]Read more "A Chain"
HOUSEWORK COERCION? Miss Madame approves! Dear Miss Madame, So, I have this problem that, ah, doesn’t really look like a problem. The deal is this: my boyfriend compliments me too much. How can this ever be a problem, you ask? Am I crazy? Maybe. But here’s the kicker. My man only […]Read more "Dear Miss Madame : Splitting Chores With Your Man? It’s a Dirty Job!"
LOST YOUR VIM FOR SELF-GROOMING? Miss Madame (and your mom-in-law!) helps you get your groove back! Dear Miss Madame, I have a touchy problem. My French mother-in-law simply refuses to stop asking me, “Tu vas te faire jolie?” This translates to, “Are you going to make yourself pretty?” It started the day […]Read more "Dear Miss Madame : Pretty? Yes You CAN!"
don’t remember what emptiness is but the heart always scars like a poetry mouth in this city with you slowly is the only way to land even as we/ let me know what the beams say when you step outside how returns shine we hope the rest of us remains this is where it’s all […]Read more "long light"
image by Stockarch. Gina and her friends were already in the kitchen, sharing a bottle of Chardonnay they had brought over. “Hey, Frannie,” Gina said, her toned arms opened wide. Her bronze summer skin glistened in the florescent light of the kitchen. Her jeans were skinny, her tank top tight. “Hey Gina’” I said, and […]Read more "The Girlfriend After You Is Going To Be Easy"
I cherish my children. Even when they drive me crazy. Even when I simultaneously wish for more and less time in the day. Even when I am up all night, unable to sleep because they cause me so much angst. They were different when they were babies. Once they got a little older, once they […]Read more "Is This Successful Motherhood – Raising Kids Who Want to Leave Me?"
Last month I was mildly flirting with a cute guy at a party, which is a rare occurrence for me. My friends are overly supportive of me finding Mr. Right, so the night became a play-by-play of them pointing out everything this guy did to demonstrate his attraction to me. There was just one problem: I […]Read more "Feeling Cheated by Female Solidarity"
When I was sixteen, I was not the shit. I mean, I was locked up in the office in the drama room, writing my play, and literally spending my math period sketching out a six part graphic novel series that I knew would get me a deal with Dark Horse if I could just get […]Read more "This is why I wear a Transformers T-shirt to my Grownup Person Job"
I remember her in a steam of white chili chicken soup and salting fries and never eating the last two bites. She shrunk and shrunk. Honey, I was a Teenage Hatred. Voicemails on speaker after school at the ice cream shop, my friend said her boyfriend called ten times a day. So no breakfast or […]Read more "Girlhood, an Object"