top of page

Sad Girl Diaries
Search


Rot | Caitlin Featherstone-Priester
I take a melon baller to my heart and            scrape out bits of you,           all rotted-under and   sickish sweet and warm....
May 6, 20241 min read


Fisherman | Hannah Maiorano | 1st Place Poetry Contest Winner
I spread my hair across the ocean of your skin and cast it out upon the wide open bed. A net of brown fibres and knotted curls. The...
May 4, 20241 min read


Strolling with My Grandmother in the Center of a War | Rebecca Evans | 2nd Place Poetry Contest Winner
She warmed chicken soup all day— ready for the hungry, the empty She popped popcorn on movie days for seniors saying, I’m more able than...
May 3, 20241 min read


Incisors | Hannah Yingst | 3rd Place Poetry Contest Winner
And I’m left to wonder if your betrayal was the desperation of a starved dog or a practiced knife slipping between my shoulder blades; is...
May 2, 20241 min read


A Cold Embrace | Casandra Hernández RÃos
Jason had been waiting for Allison at Caffé Bene for almost thirty minutes when he saw her walk-in. She had texted earlier to let him...
Apr 30, 202410 min read


Perfecting Imperfection | Philip Lisi
The routine starts on Sunday with a tiny flake of skin, barely detectable, separating itself from the sturdier flesh just underneath the...
Apr 27, 20242 min read


Blue Snow | Annabelle Ford
Emmy stands in front of the bathroom mirror of her parent’s house, a white hair pinched between the fingers of her right hand. It is wiry...
Apr 24, 202415 min read


The Power of the Placenta | EloÃsa Pérez-Lozano
"The placenta is the least understood human organ and arguably one of the more important, not only for the health of a woman and her...
Apr 19, 20241 min read


Six Questions to Ask Your Therapist Instead of Responding to Whatever it was She Just Asked You | Hailey Spencer
1.    I feel it in the calcified spaces between my ankles and my ribs, underneath the porcelain of my cheeks. Can you tell me what...
Apr 14, 20241 min read


A Storytelling | Hannah Love
I look up and see a crow, a shiny and scrawny thing, swaying from the powerline above us. It tips its weight forward as if to nosedive...
Apr 11, 20242 min read


Gifted | Elizabeth Wilson
Growing up I craved community. I was social and tried to fit in with my peer groups. At summer camp, I found short-term connections with...
Apr 8, 20249 min read


Click | Morgan Stone
My palm screams as I bash my right hand against the steering wheel, over and over. Heavy bass hammers through my car, rattling the empty...
Apr 5, 20247 min read
bottom of page