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Jan 7, 20211 min read
Singing Waters - Jane Fitzgerald
A weighted sadness Pulled me under How far I didn't know My problems were circling Like sharks contemplating a painful bloody kill...
Jan 3, 20211 min read
Dislocation - Sarah Wyman
There where we walked over stones between cliff face and sea trees stretched our spirits to sunshine, to sky and the stream’s drill awoke...
Dec 27, 20201 min read
Crepe Paper Soul - Mary Elliott
In solitude, Loneliness arrived on time, Whispering to my fears, “It’s too late, In this flesh encasement, To try again.” The problem...
Dec 23, 20202 min read
A Conscious Encounter - Pat McLean-Smith
On my way to work this morning I saw her at the bus terminal crowded in a corner shielding herself from a world that looks down on her...
Dec 22, 20201 min read
Invisible Me - Yvette Dove
You don’t see me standing on the edge, Or what it’s taking me not to fall. You don’t see me ever getting that low, Or how I could even...
Dec 20, 20202 min read
You Would Love Me Without a Body - Regina Caggiano
For as long as I can remember, my body has never been a home. For me, never, for others, sometimes a place to stay warm for a little...
Dec 19, 20201 min read
Reading Sylvia Plath at Midnight - Elya Braden
How many line-breaks since she gave up hoping her almost-boyfriend would text? Even a booty call would be better than alone in her...
Dec 18, 20201 min read
Thanksgiving, 1998 - Brittany Helmick
How would my mother prepare me?— slice my neck off before severing my wings at the first joint, hang me upside down at eye level, a...
Dec 17, 20201 min read
the return of spring - Lora Robinson
maybe one day I will stop smoking, put down the Shiraz, stop raising every man who ever cried beautiful to my lips- maybe then, I will...
Dec 16, 20201 min read
Beansidhe Damhsa - Judith Mikesch McKenzie
The hills on fire around me I dance under the falling water Birth-naked, feet deep in pine needles sky above wild with stars I dance in...
Dec 15, 20201 min read
Afternoon Alone - Kira Rosemarie
Of coffee dripping down white ceramic— Distance between seconds stretched like skin Bruised to cover the drum-frame of my breaths Ribs...
Dec 14, 20201 min read
A New Religion - Carrie Elizabeth Penrod
She called me holy so I tattooed stigmata on my flesh, blue like her eyes, created a new religion between my thighs. It spoke of love in...
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