The White Fists of Old Letters: On Being Plathian

The White Fists of Old Letters: On Being Plathian

I. October 5, 2017 It’s hard to say when my work was first called Plathian. It certainly could have been during a senior year college...

Report from the Field: Poets on Strike, Irish Women Poets and the Canon

Report from the Field: Poets on Strike, Irish Women Poets and the Canon

This Report from the Field includes a republication of Fired! Irish Women Poets and the Canon’s pledge in response to the ongoing conversation surrounding gender...

Why I Can’t Have Coffee with You: Saying No to the Patriarchy

Why I Can’t Have Coffee with You: Saying No to the Patriarchy

Faculty Meeting This summer at a faculty meeting, I joked with a colleague. I’ve learned how to do this as a woman in the patriarchy....

A Dossier of Red Flags: Literary Encounters with (White, Straight, Cis) Men

A Dossier of Red Flags: Literary Encounters with (White, Straight, Cis) Men

I was eleven years old the first time I submitted my writing for literary consideration: a state-wide short fiction contest open to all middle and...

The Authored Self

The Authored Self

Writing, for me, means freedom. Which is to say, everything prior to discovering writing was entrapment. You cannot desire freedom, you cannot be gripped by...

Report from the Field: “It’s okay, it’s art, keep going.”

Report from the Field: “It’s okay, it’s art, keep going.”

This Report from the Field is a republication of Kolleen Carney’s personal blog post at https://kolleencarney.com/2017/08/24/82317-pt-2/amp/ regarding the developing controversy regarding a member of the...

Mary Shelley Lives Again

Mary Shelley Lives Again

Mary Shelley is such a well-known cultural figure, it’s easy to forget she was ever a real person. Her best-known work, the novel Frankenstein, or...

Body of a Poem: Genrequeer and Genderqueer in Alabama

Body of a Poem: Genrequeer and Genderqueer in Alabama

Most of the jokes I hear about Alabama from my Northern liberal friends have nothing to do with the gorgeous, fierce resistance that I see...