Hey Chickens! I received this message from fellow writer Kate Doucouré. She has allowed me to reprint it here. I don't think there's much to add. This is a call for submissions - your chance to express yourself and help out with a fundraiser. Submissions are due by July 31st.
There's an email link below. Get to it!
Mother Warfare is calling all writers, web designers and artists: female, non-binary, trans, or female identifying, uterus havers or former uterus havers of all ages to contribute to the project Jess Mann and I have cooked up. Mother Warfare which will either be a website art/lit collection with a donation button to an abortion fund or several abortion funds- a purchase to print journal through amazon (or a better print on demand service) with all money going to an abortion fund/s, or a website and print edition.
Please submit poems, short stories, art work, comics, or essays about how you feel now that we've lost our rights, and musings along those lines. Previously unpublished and published authors welcome, first prints or previously printed works welcome!
No payments for work, this is a fundraiser!
Email submissions to:
Below is my contribution:
I've never felt like a woman.
born with a muzzle on my face
am I really non binary
or is it just the endless grooming towards woman that I detest
put a skirt on me
and I can't run
our fashion binds and
keeps in place
endless thoughts about our face
things we can't change
and now we can't
choose our life
child birth and parenthood
is amazing but it eats up
for centuries woman were the weaker sex not because we were less intelligent
or couldn't handle pain
but because any time you got into a relationship you could get pregnant and DIE
or years wiped from your life feeding and caring for your child over and over as you pop babies out
the revolution happened
with birth control
no wonder they're
taking it back
how do you stop woman
from gaining equality?
make it impossible to
chose what you spend
your life doing
they groom us
to be quiet, not shrill, demure
keep your legs together
and constantly caretake everyone around you
they train us to take care of
men and not complain
and worry all the time if we're attractive to them
do we have a summer body?
In rejecting the dresses, the frill, the quiet voice- embracing the rage and
not caring if i'm dainty
am I non-binary
or anti patriarcy??
Fucking White Men
Me, the Moon, and Brutus the Cat
By Julie Carpenter
I first published this two years ago. Brutus is gone now, but I've been thinking about him. So here's my tribute to him. My favorite little jerk, and the inspiration for a small demon named Dennis in my latest novel - here's to you Brutus!
I didn't find Brutus. Brutus found me. I had stopped at the end of the drive to get the mail, when I saw him running across the street from our neighbor's meadow, racing straight towards me with all the focus and fanaticism of John Cleese's Sir Lancelot in Monty Python's Holy Grail. I was somewhat shocked when an unknown cat jumped into my arms. I petted him, set him down, and drove to the house to unload some groceries. When I came back to the car to get some more bags, I found him sitting in my back seat desperately trying to open a pack of hot dogs. I tried to find out where he came from , but in the end it turned out the universe had given me another cat.