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Showing posts with label females. Show all posts
Showing posts with label females. Show all posts

Saturday, July 16, 2022

THE NEW USA

by Wendy Hoffman




The Supreme Court #2
voted 24 to 1
not to allow men to impregnate
female humans, plus to find guilty
all those who ‘aid and abet’ them
in this endeavor
such as florists, chocolatiers,
romantic restaurateurs,
violinists,
other musicians,
and makers
of 400 thread Egyptian cotton sheets.

Oh, and it ruled that only females may carry guns.


Wendy Hoffman has published three memoirs, The Enslaved QueenWhite Witch in a Black Robe, and in 2020 A Brain of My Own.  The Enslaved Queen has been translated into German. Her book of poetry Forceps was also published along with a book of essays, From the Trenches, written with Alison Miller. Her most recent memoir After Amnesia is published on the SmartNews and Survivorship websites. It has been translated into German. What gives her life meaning is helping other surviving victims.

Tuesday, September 23, 2014

SINNED AGAINST

by Kit Zak




For fifteen seconds they streaked across the TV
three gals sporting signs for Ray
boobs pressed against t’s in baiting provocation
pom-pomming their support
for Ravens’ player Rice (only the latest)

maybe it happens in infancy
ingrained in DNA
the girl-child, Adam’s cast-off rib
second best/ split tail
cheerleading their hearts out

maybe the father preferred sons
or he submerges the mother’s weak ego--
witness the daughters, their voiceless smiling
how some touchstone for female being
repeats/repeats

ritualized violation
in one hundred and twenty countries
girls as young as five
held down by fellow females
their womanhood razored or knifed
and if they survive
proclaimed pure.                                                                                                        

uncounted nuns minioned to priests
unequal for centuries
tonguing their shame
as ‘the good father’ dispenses the wafers                                                                                                  
and we, who have been tattooed to serve
smile and offer tea.


Kit Zak retired from teaching and threw herself into some environmental projects in sea-threatened Delaware. She has published poems in The New Verse News, California Quarterly, A Time of Singing, The Blue Collar Review, and The Broadkill Review as well as several anthologies.