Arts & Culture

The Feminist Wire is proud to publish outstanding works by established and emerging artists in our Arts & Culture section. We feature poetry, fiction, memoir, and drama, as well as visual art, film, design, and works that cross generic boundaries. Our Arts & Culture section showcases the works of artists at all stages in their artistic lives. Our “Spotlight” series features innovative work by celebrated writers, poets, and artists; our “Suites” series collects the works of several emerging artists thinking through similar themes. We also publish in several other formats, including genre-bending forms like the lyric essay, and short poems or flash fiction pieces on compelling feminist themes. We invite you to take a look, and submit your work!

“Paws” by Tracy Burkholder

August 20, 2014
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Paws   In sixth grade, I started to envy certain girls’ hands. Not always manicured, but always neat. Fingers thin and smooth. These hands gently freed sheets of paper from their metal spirals and lifted loops of hair to more beautiful perches. Lunch trays floated inside their gentle grip while their wrists revealed a...
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3 Poems by Holly Mitchell

August 13, 2014
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Slipping Under   Like a ghost, I prepare a bath behind a door   that hasn’t locked long as I remember.   When my mother or grandmother knocks at the open door,   I obscure what they call my “new breasts” under the soap water   and focus on the tiles unbleached for weeks—...
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Excerpts from Damnation by Janice Lee

August 6, 2014
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CONFESSION Sometimes one willingly enters a dark and empty space, the creaking of the loose boards below, the phantom moonlight above. · I had a dream that I was carrying a wounded deer in my arms. He lay there limp, depending on me completely and solely for the permission to go on living. Then...
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Poem Suite: Silencing

July 30, 2014
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Elie Wiesel writes, “I swore never to be silent whenever and wherever human beings endure suffering and humiliation. We must always take sides. Neutrality helps the oppressor, never the victim. Silence encourages the tormentor, never the tormented.” Silence binds perpetrators and victims, creates a confederacy of secrets. Here, these women who were once silenced...
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3 poems by Sarah Kortemeier

July 23, 2014
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The Mountain   The mountain is really a series of itself. Deeper pockets of sky color float in its canyons. In certain seasons, it’s difficult to tell rock face from snowfall. The ridge line looks much sharper than it must, in actuality, be. When you climb, the summit is sometimes visible. You ran well,...
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3 poems by Arielle Greenberg

July 16, 2014
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Who I’d Like to Meet   I am on tiptoe scanning our tallest bookshelves for something to pack to read on the plane.  I am scanful, tippy-toed: a girl without boots.  I am shorty.  I want to read something great, as in literary, and beautiful and daring, and something hobnailed by happy sex in...
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From Corpses, Artworks and Dreams of by Raha Namy

July 9, 2014
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The novel Corpses, Arts and Dreams of is a triptych that hopes to tell the story/history of a people of a place and time, from three different angles, in three different styles. The first book deals with life in the city of Tehran. The second is on the people who have disappeared and been...
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Poetry by Sarah Gonzales

July 2, 2014
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fairy tales 2   I wish I could spit rhymes with the ease of a liberated tongue, relay my stories minus the empty hours of self loathing plus crumpled re-starts. maybe its true the birth of a poem (like much else in this world) means more with scars of a worthy journey.   At...
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Two Poems by Lindsay Lusby

June 25, 2014
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By Lindsay Lusby Girl with no Hands  Her own father mistook her for an apple tree, full-trunked and red-cheeked.  . So he hacked at limbs, a bedlam of branches and hands.  . He believed in the fruits of his delirium: . .        that the daughter-tree cut back .        would grow wiser next year,  ....
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Astonishing Embodiments: Poetry and Feminism from Molly Sutton Kiefer

June 18, 2014
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By Molly Sutton Kiefer I remember that heady time of my undergraduate years when I was so anxious to change the world–that requisite minor in Women’s Studies, that producing of The Vagina Monologues, that tradition of Take Back the Night. I felt fierce. And I graduated and I panicked (a job? a job? where to...
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  • “Paws” by Tracy Burkholder tracy

    Paws   In sixth grade, I started to envy certain girls’ hands. Not always manicured, but always neat. Fingers thin and smooth. These hands gently freed sheets of paper from their metal spirals and lifted loops of hair to more beautiful perches. Lunch trays floated inside their gentle grip while [...]

  • 3 Poems by Holly Mitchell holly

    Slipping Under   Like a ghost, I prepare a bath behind a door   that hasn’t locked long as I remember.   When my mother or grandmother knocks at the open door,   I obscure what they call my “new breasts” under the soap water   and focus on the [...]

  • Excerpts from Damnation by Janice Lee janice

    CONFESSION Sometimes one willingly enters a dark and empty space, the creaking of the loose boards below, the phantom moonlight above. · I had a dream that I was carrying a wounded deer in my arms. He lay there limp, depending on me completely and solely for the permission to [...]