by Jenny Olson Jenny Olson wants her words to make people feel and think. From human trafficking to freedom, addiction to recovery, from...

by Laura Howard Laura is an inspirational poet, and she knows that the Lord gives her the inspiration and guidance to write the poetry...

When I was young I wanted to get noticed I would pour my heart out to strangers and spill my art all over the streets and scream on...

That's a Good Girl That’s a Good Girl He said: That’s a good girl. On your knees, head down, on the floor, take some more. For the...

You can say, “No, thank you.  Not right now.” You can say, “No, I don’t want to pose.” Or you can simply say, “No,” in a very loud voice....

I wish I’d broken up with you on the day you said on the phone that there must be something wrong with my body if I couldn’t insert a...

My Brother My brother lives in a box of cigars. Each day every day he lifts the lid to peek at the world and hopes the world won’t...

Same Old Devil You penetrated me with your manhood, breaking my world like shattered glass, heaving your hairy chest against me, scorning...

You are bound by nothing. Not by the jelly fished blood clots orbiting the toilet bowl, undulating and otherworldly. Not these badly...

Rememory Maybe I was 8 or maybe 9. My memory is fuzzy like the buzzing TV in my aunt's bedroom. Rememory shows my chest rising and...

Why is it so difficult to say the truth, So what if they don't believe me, Why can't I trust myself, when I am the one who experienced...

Doubts There are nights when I stand under the shower head feeling the hot water expand my hair and wondering if you knew what you were...

Girls with Red Flowers One cradles a bowl of red flowers, her nipples the same deep rose as the blooms. Tahiti is hot— we women may all...

Leave All Behind There you stood staring into the mirror thinking you were alone, but you weren’t, I was standing before you, peering...

Reclaim This body knows brands where brutality breeds. A process plans to split my legs like mayo marinated on a sandwich. Futile...

Eyes I’ve looked into the eyes of evil, Dilated, black pupils, Erasing earth brown, As he shoved the pill, Into my mouth, And held me...