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Plan B (Poetry), Madelyn Taylor
Plan B (Poetry), Madelyn Taylor
AWE (A Woman’s Experience)
Poetry. A young woman contemplates how an unplanned pregnancy can manifest the grace of God.
Dragonflies (Poetry), Chloe Jensen
My Only Protection (Creative Work), Morgan Lewis
My Only Protection (Creative Work), Morgan Lewis
AWE (A Woman’s Experience)
Fictionalized memoir: a young woman working as a lifeguard in adolescence muses on sunscreen as her only protection in a world that sexualizes her body.
The Language Of Love (Memoir Fiction), Sarah Justine Skriloff
The Language Of Love (Memoir Fiction), Sarah Justine Skriloff
AWE (A Woman’s Experience)
Fiction/memoir of a young woman's encounter with her mother over body weight issues.
Hallow Hallow (Poetry), Anna Salvania
Hallow Hallow (Poetry), Anna Salvania
AWE (A Woman’s Experience)
Poetry; experience of racism growing up
The Fluid Pastoral: African American Spiritual Waterways In The Urban Landscapes Of Harlem Renaissance Poetry, Maren E. Loveland
The Fluid Pastoral: African American Spiritual Waterways In The Urban Landscapes Of Harlem Renaissance Poetry, Maren E. Loveland
Criterion: A Journal of Literary Criticism
In 1921 Langston Hughes penned, “My soul has grown deep like the rivers” in his poem “The Negro Speaks of Rivers” (Hughes 1254). Weaving the profound pain of the African American experience with the symbolism of the primordial river, Hughes recognized the inherent power of water as a means of spiritual communication and religious significance. Departing from the traditional interpretation of the American pastoral as typified by white poets such as Robert Frost and Walt Whitman, the African American poets emerging from the Harlem Renaissance established a more nuanced pastoral landscape embedded within urban cultures, utilizing water in particular as …
Good Enough To Love, Emma Croft
Good Enough To Love, Emma Croft
AWE (A Woman’s Experience)
In rare moments, I recall the days of not caring. Imagine: when your favorite shoes were white, Velcro-fastened Mary Janes, worn with lace-trimmed socks and pink, striped Oshkosh overalls. When your hair--a golden curly mess that stood on end each day as you jumped from your bed--never bothered you until your mother tried to fix it, pulling at knots as you wailed and wept.