WWS at AWP-Baltimore

Blue flyer promoting a WWS meet up at AWP. Saturday, March 7 at the Hyatt Regency. The WWS logo is in the left corner with "DMV Chapter."

2026 WWS CERTIFIED

The WWS CERTIFIED list was first created for AWP-Los Angeles in 2025 by WWS Board member, Noriko Nakada. Of the list’s inception she said, โ€œIn 2019, I walked into the book fair at AWP Portland and into complete overwhelm. The enormous convention space held presses big and large, writing programs both esteemed and unheard of and writers, agents, and publicists everywhere. The whole place was so big and white and male. I had no idea where I might feel welcomed, where my stories may find a home.โ€ The goal was to find the spaces that illustrated a clear appreciation for diverse voices. She combed through the Bookfair list of exhibitors looking for two criteria: an editorial board, board of directors, or masthead that was at least 50% women and 50% POC.

Using these same criteria, WWS Board member, Ashton Cynthia Clarke has curated a new list for AWP-Baltimore. Below are 32 (11 more than last year!) literary magazines, journals, organizations, and writing programs that have at least 50% women and 50% POC on their mastheads and/or Boards. Check them out. Chat them up, and then, after AWP, submit your words.

  1. Abode Press – T627
  1. Aunt Lute Books – 1288
  1. Callaloo – T1160 
  1. Cave Canem – 1037
  1. Chestnut Review – 741 
  1. Clarkesworld Magazine – 442
  1. Columbia Journal – T1277  
  1. Gaudy Boy – T718 
  1. House of Amal – T512
  1. Host Publications – 1167 
  1. iล Literary Journal – T1289 
  1. Iska Press/Iskanchi Magazine – T720 
  1. Kelsey Street Press – 1280 
  1. Letras Latinas – 1072 
  1. Long River Review – T215 
  1. Macondo Writers Workshop – 418
  1. Mizna – 967 
  1. Nightboat Books – 1068 
  1. Obsidian: Literature & Arts in the African Diaspora – T211 
  1. Oye drum – 979 
  1. Oyster River Pages – 143
  1. Pinch at the University of Memphis – 428
  1. Prairie Schooner – 1067 
  1. Rhino – 1284
  1. Shล Poetry Journal – T605
  1. Tahoma Literary Review – 646
  1. Torch Literary Arts – 1264
  1. Transition Magazine – 967 
  1. University of Hawaii / Mฤnoa Journal – 517
  1. VONA (Voices of Our Nations Arts Foundation) – 523
  1. Wayne State University Press – 842 
  1. Wendy’s Subway – 1278 

WWS @ AWP GUIDE

Each year Women Who Submit puts together a guide of all places you can find our writers, partners, and friends. See below for a list of panels, readings, and meetups where our writers are featured and use this list catch up with likeminded folks.

WEDNESDAY, MARCH 4, 2026

READING: Wednesday Night Poetry

Location: Patterson Theater at Creative Alliance – 3134 Eastern Avenue, Baltimore, MD, 21224

Time: 6:30pm – 10:30pm

Features: Hosted by Kai Coggen and with readings by Ching-In Chen, Brenda Vaca, Dahlia Aguilar, Donna Spruijt-Metz, Xochitl-Julisa Bermejo, and many others. 

READING: 32 Poems | Barrelhouse | Smartish Pace

Location: United Methodist Church – 10 E Mount Vernon Place

Description: Start your AWP on Wednesday night at this historic former church with 32poems, Barrelhouse, and Smartish Pace a 5 min drive from AWP in beautiful Mt. Vernon. Part of the fun of this event is seeing inside an iconic historic space in Baltimore: a long-shuttered 19th-century church at the inception point of being reimagined and renovated for the future. Itโ€™s really beautiful, but it means the venue is not ADA accessible and has quirky bathrooms. Admission is free.

Features: Amy Raasch, Emma De Lisle, Erin Oโ€™Luanaigh, Grace Gilbert, and many others.

THURSDAY, MARCH 5, 2026

PANEL: Somos Xicanas: ร‰chale Tu Canto 

Location: Room 323, Level 300, Baltimore Convention Center

Time: 9:00am – 10:15am

Description: The X in Xicana is the vital confluence of past with future marked by our present voices. Eighty contemporary Xicana writers make up Somos Xicanas, an anthology that connects those represented with future generations in a call to liberate all. โ€œร‰chale tu canto al viento, paโ€™ que llega mรกs lejos,โ€ writes editor Luz Schweig in the introduction. Join this panel with the anthologyโ€™s editor, publisher, and contributors to discuss from where those songs derive and just how far they can go.

Features: Dahlia Aguilar, Brenda Vaca, Xochitl-Julisa Bermejo, and Angela C Trudell Vasquez

PANEL: Writing Gender-Based Sexual Violence Is Difficult Enough, So How Do We Teach It?

Location: Room 329, Level 300, Baltimore Convention Center

Time: 9:00am – 10:15am

Description: Excavating the gritty literary landscape of sexual violence is scary. By sharing how we write our dark emotional terrains, this diverse panel of women will discuss how we create safe spaces to teach students ways to approach trauma such as rape, sexual harassment, and incest. What role do content warnings play? While acknowledging potential triggers and navigating Title IX requirements, how do we equip our students with the tools they need to overcome resistance, shame, and silence?

Features: Nicole Walker, Karen Michelle Otero, Brooke Champagne, Sue William Silverman, and Jill Christman

BOOK SIGNING: The Beginners by Heidi Kasa

Location: Pen Parentis booth, T734

Time: 9:00am – 10:00am

TABLING: Lauren Oertel

Location: T516

Time: Thursday-Saturday

Description: Support for writers, at every step of the process: generating, editing, and submitting for publication

PANEL: Building the House – The Importance of a Community for Muslim Writers + Sham

Location: Room 328, Level 300, Baltimore Convention Center

Time: 12:10pm – 1:25pm

Description: House of Amal is in its sixth year of community programming, teaching, mentorship, and publishing. Amid an uptick in global Islamophobia, it is vital to create spaces centered on both craft and community for aspiring Muslim writers who require a unique kind of mentorship. Bridging the overlap between the spiritual, literary, and artistic identities, House of Amal will share the lessons learned while crafting and recrafting our twelve-month Writing Residency curriculum and membership programming.

Features: Sara Bawany, Safiya Khan, Amal Kassir, and Salma Mohammad

PANEL: Writers of Bilad Al-Sham: A Reading for Palestine & Syria

Location: Room 301, Level 300, Baltimore Convention Center

Time: 1:45pm – 3:00pm

Description: Writing has remained an essential practice for Levantine peoples, even during times of war. Spoken word poets from Syria and Palestine will perform powerful political poems inspired by their personal and familial experiences with loss through war, genocide, and settler colonialism. They discuss the intersection of their Muslim and Levant identities and the impact of the diaspora on their poetry, and further, how this influences their teaching of both craft and writing identity at House of Amal.

Features: Sara Bawany, Salma Mohammad, Amal Kassir

READING: Butterflies Over Land: Voices and Visions Resisting Anti-Immigrant Terror

Location: Angie’s Seafood, 1727 E Pratt St, Baltimore, MD 21231

Time: 5:30pm – 7:00pm

Description: Butterflies Over Land is an anthology co-edited by Jen Cheng and Camille Hernandez. Readers will be reading from the book and other work.

Come enjoy the world premiere and book launch party of a new immigrant rights anthology BUTTERFLIES OVER LAND: Voices and Visions Resisting Anti-Immigrant Terror. This book includes a mix of genres, from poetry to nonfiction personal essays and short fiction. This off-site event offers a conversation about immigrant rights from Southern California and nationwide.

Features: Our guest readers include co-editors Jen Cheng and Camille Hernandez, with readers Pallavi Dhawan, Nancy Lynรฉe Woo, Danez Smith, Saรบl Hernรกndez, Kevin Carson, Jalen Jones, Donato Martinez, and Sandy Yannone.

READING: Green Writers Press Reading 

Location: Angeli’s Pizzeria, 413 S High Street, Baltimore

Time: 5:30PM – 7:30PM

Description: We are really excited to introduce you all to our new poets and Joel Longโ€˜s essay collection! Please join us in Baltimore for our #AWP26 offsite reading. Angeliโ€™s is a short walk from the convention center and a chance to relax and enjoy great food in Baltimoreโ€™s Little Italy. We have reserved this great area all to ourselves, which is fully accessible.

Features: Krissy Kludt, Holly Johnsen, Natalya Sukhonos, VA Smith, and Joel Long

READING: Alice James Books & Persea Books Off-site AWP Poetry Reading

Location: Chesapeake Wine Company – 2400 Boston Street, suite 112

Time: 6:00pm – 7:45pm

Description: Join Alice James and Persea for a fabu offsite reading at the lovely Chesapeake Wine Company on Thursday March 5th, beginning at 6pm. Free appetizers, cash bar, and many memorable poems from new/recent books from both presses!

Features: Michelle Peรฑaloza, Carey Salerno, Cecily Parks, Elizabeth Bradfield, and others.

READING: Macondo Offsite Reading 

Location: Guest House by Good Neighbor – 3827 Falls Rd, Baltimore, MD 21211

Time: 7:00pm

Description: Macondo Writers Workshop comes to #AWP26 Baltimore on Thursday, March 5th at 7 p.m. for a night of readings with amazing Macondistas.

Features: Dahlia Aguilar, Pat Alderete, Jennifer Nguyen, Ofelia Mongelongo, and more

FRIDAY, MARCH 6, 2026

PANEL: Words from the Deep, Dark Woods: Using Fairy Tales as Foil & Fuse

Location: Room 315, Level 300, Baltimore Convention Center

Time: 9:00am – 10:15am

Description: As cultural touchstones, fairy tales and myths provide fertile creative ground. Leveraging their known settings, characters, and story arcs, writers can slip into ekphrasis, persona, narrative, and more. This panel will offer examples and prompts from poets and prose writers of diverse cultural backgrounds who have used tales and myths to process grief; explore emigration and culture; and question gender, power, and neurodivergence, while using the familiar as a palimpsest to write something new.

Features: Emily Perez, Oliver de la Paz, Kate Bernheimer, and Jessica Q. Stark, and Elline Lipkin

PANEL: Poetry Community Leaders: A Letras Latinas Reading and Discussion

Location: Ballroom II, Baltimore Convention Center, Level 400

Time: 10:35am – 11:50am

Description: When you are active in your local literary community, how do you carve out time to maintain a writing practice? After reading from their work, the poet laureate of Wisconsin, the cofounder of a vibrant reading series in Philadelphia, and the executive director of a community-based literary organization in California will share insights on the challenges of balancing their artistic practice while also serving their local communities.

Features:  Raina Leon, Brenda Cardenas, Karla Cordero, and Cloud Delfina Cardona

PANEL: Beyond the Literary Reading: Performance as Possibility & Community

Location: Room 318-319, Level 300, Baltimore Convention Center

Time: 10:35am – 11:50am

Description: Moving off the page and through the body, five multigenre writers activate possibilities for witness, solidarity, and transformation through performance. The panel celebrates performance as a vital leap from the public literary reading, a meeting of form and content that builds community through practices of ritual, generative discomfort, and care. Panelists within and outside the academy will share and discuss their work to provoke writers toward expansive, liberatory creative practices.

Features: Crystal Odelle, Ching-In Chen, Gabrielle Civil, Joss Barton, and Ali Gali

PANEL: Staging Resistance: Black Social Justice Novels from Page to Stage

Location: Room 315, Level 300, Baltimore Convention Center

Time: 12:10pm – 1:25pm

Description: It is imperative that our social justice novels live anew on stage. This panel explores the stage adaptation of Keenan Norrisโ€™s award-winning novel The Confession of Copeland Cane, examining social realism as an enduring genre and the systemic inequities limiting such works by Black authors. Featuring authors, playwrights, and educators and casting audience members as โ€œspect-actors,โ€ this panel will model the transformative power of collective performance in bringing social justice narratives from page to stage.

Features: Tommy Mouton, Deborah Mouton, Toni Ann Johnson, Keenan Norris, and Timmia DeRoy

BOOK SIGNING: Elline Lipkin

Location: Trio House Press Booth, #1148

Time: 12:00pm – 1:00pm 

READING: Where Our Voices Meet

Location: Baltimore Brewhouse 511 W Pratt St, Baltimore, MD 21201

Time: 2:00pm – 3:30pm

Description: There are moments when stories are not just read but truly shared. Where Our Voices Meet is one of those moments. Each poet carries their own rhythm and lived experience, and each voice reflects a different way of seeing the world. When they come together in the same space, something meaningful happens.

Features: Stella the Poet, Peter Lechuga, Hope Cerna, Jefferey Martin, Cherice Cameron, Donato Martinez, and Erica Castro

BOOK SIGNING: The Beginners by Heidi Kasa

Location: Digging Press booth, T138

Time: 2:00pm – 3:00pm

SATURDAY, MARCH 7, 2026

PANEL: Towards Text: Alternate Gateways Into Writing 

Location: Baltimore Convention Center – Room: 308, Level 300

Time: 10:15am – 11:30am

Description: Writerโ€™s block is a perpetual problem. Confronted with an ominous blank page, what is a writer to do? This craft panel explores the ways in which creative practices outside of writingโ€”film, painting, dance, and performanceโ€”can bring us deeper into writing. Books are not born from vacuum. The panel seeks to uncover how engagement with media outside of text can, in fact, be a powerful gateway into writing books and beyond. A presentation of each writerโ€™s work concludes the craft panel.

Features: Cathy Linh Che, Elisabeth Houston, Serena Chopra, Jackie Wang, and Gabrielle Civil

PANEL: It’s Not Okay

Location: Bookfair Stage, Hall A-D, Level 100, Baltimore Convention Center

Time: 12:10 PM – 1:25 PM EST

Description: โ€œItโ€™s Not Okayโ€ is a poetry event featuring powerful voices speaking out against injustice. These poets will share work about the impact of immigration policies on families, the violence in Gaza, and the pain and frustration so many are feeling. Poets will read about the injustices of our current administration in order to bring light and connect with the audience regarding these issues. Published poets: Cherice Cameron, Peter Lechuga, Clara Roque-Wagner, Erica Castro, and Jeffery Martin.

Features: Peter Lechuga, Jeffrey Martin, Cherice Cameron, and Erica Lopez

READING: Political Passionate Personal: FlowerSong Press Poetry Reading & Book Party 

Location: Wet City Brewing, 223 W Chase Street, Baltimore, MD 21201

Time: 2:00pm – 4:00pm

Description: A reading celebrating FlowerSong Press authors. 

Features: John Compton, Tatian Figueroa Ramirez, Eddie Vega, Michelle Otero, Luivette Resto, Sarah Browning, Natalia Treviรฑo, Genevieve Betts, and Joseph Ross

MEETUP: Gathering for Women Who Submit @ AWP 

Location: Hyatt Regency Lobby Area – 300 Light St, Baltimore, MD 21202

Time: 5:00pm – 7:00pm

Description: Hosted by the WWS-DMV chapter, come and meet up with other Women Who Submit members throughout the nation and the world. Say hello, debrief with other writers on your conference experience, and share publication goals! 

Blue flyer promoting a WWS meet up at AWP. Saturday, March 7 at the Hyatt Regency. The WWS logo is in the left corner with "DMV Chapter."
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READING: Coast to Coast in Changing the World

Location: Mystique Barrel Brewing – 912 Washington Blvd. Baltimore, MD 21230

Time: 5:30pm – 7:30pm

Description: Join Daxson Publishing for an essential after hours reading exploring liberation in a changing landscape. Featuring a diverse lineup of West Coast voices, this event explores the intersection of identity, geography, and the navigation of a rapidly changing world.

Features: Cherice Cameron, Donator Martinez, Erica Castro, Jeffery Martin, Hope Cerna, Peter Lechuga, and Stella the Poet

January 2026 Publication Roundup

The Women Who Submit members included in this post published their work in amazing places during January of 2026. Two of our committed members heard about their publication opportunity through WWS programming and/or another member.

Iโ€™ve included an excerpt from published pieces (if available), along with a link (if available) to where the pieces can be purchased and/or read in their entirety. Please take some time to celebrate yourself and your wonderful accomplishments. Thank you and happy submitting!

Congratulations to Thea Pueschel whose creative nonfiction piece “Pleasure: Sacred Paint Chips and Memory Fragments” appeared in Flowersong Press’ anthology The White Picket Fence: Stories of Individuality as Rebelliousness Collection.

Kudos to Lisa Eve Cheby whose article “‘Well, we start, not surprisingly, with research:’ Depictions of Guided Inquiry and Critical Information Literacy Instruction in Buffy the Vampire Slayer” was published in Slayage: The International Journal of Buffy+.

From Covid to the current elections, information literacy is often the thin line between our well-being and our endangerment. In 2022, NATO declared the lack of media literacy education a global threat and partnered with the Center for Media Literacy (CML) to host a series of webinars addressing the global crisis of media literacy (Media and Learning Association). Tessa Jolls, president of the Center for Media Literacy, chronicles the history of media literacy and the new urgency for common frameworks and pedagogy to better prepare people in an increasingly decentralized, globalized media landscape. Rather than seeking to rely on social media companiesโ€™ accountability, Jolls recommends building media literacy frameworks to guide interventions through educationโ€”both formal and informalโ€”of the public in the process-skills needed to understand the content and context of media messages.

Shoutout to Joyce Loh whose poems “Uh-oh” and “Kembangan – a pantoum” (among others) were featured in poems on the mrt. She also published another poem “Lotus Buds – a Sestina” with Frazzled Lit’s fourth issue (excerpt available below).

The tropical heat glows upon the roof.
In the morning light the mother
busies herself before waking the child.
Tiptoeing across the floorboards of wood,
gathering the embers of yesterdayโ€™s fire,
adding new coal, noting her beating heart.

The Promised Land, she tells her heart
where they would have a roof
over their head, a kitchen with fire.
She touches her jade bangle, the mother;
arranges the kettle on the wood.
The floor creaks, here comes the child.

Kudos to Audrey Shipp whose memoir piece “How to Eat Grits” appeared in A Gathering Together: Literary Journal.

Life demanded that my sister and I eat weekday breakfasts of cold cereal before school, but we often enjoyed traditional weekend meals that stretched out time ensuring family experience remain in our memory.

On a Saturday morning that didnโ€™t require weekday rushing, Grandmom wore her thin, pale pink house robe with a pajama dress underneath. Her brown legs displayed a sprinkled patchwork of dark moles beneath the robe. Her hair was tied in a rust-colored scarf, darker than her brown skin.

I sat on the kitchen stool and watched as she stood in front of the stove pouring dry grits into a small pot with boiling water. At six years old, my legs didnโ€™t reach the floor. My ten-year-old sister stood nearby in the home we lived in with just Grandmom and our step-grandfather, Hayden.

Congratulations to Gabriella Contratto whose fiction piece “The Floods” was featured in The Tiger Moth Review‘s fifteenth issue.

Until recently, Althea had been a girl who lived by the sea. Her life had been simple, and quite happy. Her father and brother would go fishing every morning in the reef by the village, looking for eels or other delicious fish. Althea would go to the villageโ€™s school, and in the afternoon, she and her mother would work in a small shack by the beach, taking the catch and turning it into nilarang. Their nilarang was made with the freshest fish possible and it made their shop one of the most popular on the beach. Locals, after a hard day’s work, would come to the beach to relax and spend time with their family. They would always finish off their day with Altheaโ€™s nilarang and praised the family for the tasty dish. American tourists, in their flashy clothes, would giggle over the strange fish in the soup, yet devour it all the same.

But when the typhoon came, the tourists went away. They were unable to fly into the island because the flood waters had risen over the landing strip of the airport. Altheaโ€™s father and brother had to stay home and board up the shop as best they could, but the corrugated tin was no match for the howling wind and pounding waves. Their little shop was swept away. The family was disappointed, but it was not the first time that a typhoon had taken from them, and their house further inland had survived better. The family helped their neighbors and began to rebuild the shop, even though the beach had been mostly swept away, and was now seven feet more inland than before.

Shoutout to Azalea Aguilar whose four poems “Sunday Best; Mother Tongue; Late December in DC; You Can Run” appeared in The Mid-Atlantic Review. She also published the poem “Straw Houses” in Yanaguana Volume 1, Issue 1.

I was 8 when she left my father for the last time

One morning I decided to ask about the straws
Iโ€™d seen them around before
On top of bookshelves, tucked deep into drawers
Straws cut into smaller pieces

She stumbled through the apartment half awake
Starting her clean of the night before
Counters covered in empty beer bottles, ashtrays overflowing
A couple passed out on our living room floor

What are these?

*Feature image credit to Margaret Gallagher*

Looking Back at Looking Up: A Year in Review

When I first proposed This Makes up the Sky: A Year of Looking Upward, I couldn’t have anticipated how much I would need the sky myself. How much I would need to remember to look up. 

For me, this year brought losses that felt like gravity reversing. I lost two sisters within months of each other, everything felt unreliable. There were mornings when looking up felt impossible, when the sky seemed too fragile to hold what I was carrying, to hold what the world was carrying. On top of my own losses, communities around me lost so much. And the country continued to fight a war with itself. Of course, there were also many positives, growths, celebrationsโ€”so much joy intermingled between holding breaths. Through all of this, the themes we explored together through this blog series became unexpected companions through the grief and through the joy. Dreams reminded me that even in darkness, we carry possibility. Cheesy but truth. Birds was a reminder that migration is survival, that leaving one place for another is sometimes the bravest form of remaining. And here we are, some of us still needing that reminder. Weather taught me that storms pass, that precipitation nourishes even as it floods, that chaos and calm exist in the same system.

Lullaby by Linda Dove
We Are All Falling by Avery C. Castillo
Just Above the Surface by Diosa Xochiquetzalcรณatl
Dreamscapes by Lucy Rodriguez-Hanley

Red Light at Bolsa Chica and Edinger by Mary Camarillo
The Nature of a Place by Martina Madani
Two in the Bush by Barbara Ruth Saundersย 
Second Grade by Lori Anaya

Weather: Water Cycle, Solid States, Stability of, see Unstable, see Apply Force, see Apply Heat, See Be Hella L.A. By Cynthia Alessandra Briano
We Survive the Storm: Floods and the People of Assam by Sreejayaa Rajguru

Collectively, we felt the world crash down in ways both personal and political, intimate and global. We witnessed systems fail and certainties dissolve. And still, we kept writing. We kept looking up.

Over the course of this series, we received 233 submissions from writers across the world. Ketchikan to Bangalore, Brooklyn to Singapore, Alabama to Montreal, Mumbai to South Africa, Pennsylvania to Malaysia. Each submission was a testament to our shared sky, proof that no matter where we stand, we’re all witnessing the same endlessness above us, interpreting it through our own lived experiences, our own lenses, our own moments of _(fill in the blank)_.

What struck me most while curating this series was how each piece, regardless of theme, carried its own form of light. We see that when water becomes destroyer, there’s light in the witnessing, of documenting, of refusing to let suffering go unnamed. And we learn the ways in which light arrives “regardless,” that it “doesn’t ask for permission,” that even when we hide from it, it finds us. This fact will save us. The work in the series maps a year of collective resilience. 

NO COINCIDENCE by Elizabeth Iannaci
Moonscape: A Memory by Jennifer Germano
Light Finds Me Anyway by Melba Morelย 
A reciprocity of rituals by Elisabeth Contreras-Moran

Clouds by Karineh Mahdessian
How clouds are made by Isabel Grey

L.A. in the Rain by Heather Romero-Kornblum
The Hour the Rain Changed the Room by Veronica Tucker

Golden Apples in the Snow by Linea Jantz
Murmuration at Jackโ€™s Pizza by Alene Terzian-Zeitounian

This year transformed me in ways that I hadnโ€™t known were possible, and I know Iโ€™m not the only one who can say this about 2025. Grief can literally rewrite definitions of permanence and belonging. But I hope that this series, in some ways, became a practice in being honest with the weight we carry. Practice in honesty is what we all do as writers anyway, right? The writing, the submitting work, the accepting of rejection and acceptanceโ€ฆsometimes simultaneously. The honesty is in the doing. Iโ€™m so grateful for Women Who Submit for always challenging us to continue doing the thing that is most honest. Writing and letting it go and writing and continuing. 

To every writer who submittedโ€”whether your work was published or notโ€”thank you for trusting us with your sky. Thank you for mapping your corner of the world. You remind us that we’re never looking up alone. And thank you to Ashton Cynthia Clarke for all of your remarkable work on the socials. And to Xotchil-Julisa Bermejo and the rest of the Women Who Submit team, thank you for being a catalyst .

Keep looking up.

Jessica Ceballos y Campbell
jessica@alternativefield.com

On this Day of Service

We at WWS know that many of you are feeling scared, drained, and at a loss on how to help. In response to the murders of Renee Nicole Good by an ICE agent in Minneapolis on January 7, 2026, Keith Porter by an off-duty ICE agent in Los Angeles on December 31, 2025, Silverio Villegas-Gonzalez by an ICE agent in Chicago on September 12, 2025, and the more than 20 people killed in ICE detention in 2025 alone, WWS has put together a short list of resources on how to get involved. 

In honor of Dr. Martin Luther King Jrโ€™s memory and message, we encourage you to take a few minutes today to look over our list and find a couple of places to donate to, volunteer with, or follow.  

You can also find a list of resources specific to Los Angeles at our statement on ICE from June 2025. 

Places to Donate:

GoFundMe for Silverio Villegas-Gonzalez, the man killed by an ICE agent in Chicago, Illinois on September 12, 2025: https://www.gofundme.com/f/silverio-villegas-gonzalez

GoFundMe for Keith Porter, the man killed by an off-duty ICE agent in Los Angeles, California on New Yearโ€™s Eve: https://www.gofundme.com/f/support-for-keiths-daughters-after-tragedy

GoFundMe for Renee Nicole Good, the woman killed by an ICE agent in Minneapolis, Minnesota on January 7, 2026, is now closed, but you canl visit the site to read her wifeโ€™s statement: https://www.gofundme.com/f/support-for-renee-goods-wife-and-son

Minneapolis Rapid Response: 

Monarca: https://monarcamn.org

612-441-2881 

Immigrant Defense Network: https://immigrantdefensenetwork.org/

612-255-3112

Minnesota Immigrant Rights Action Committee: https://www.miracmn.com

miracmn@gmail.com

Minneapolis Mutual Aid:

linktr.ee/mplsmutualaid?utm_source=linktree_profile_share&ltsid=e71e5788-ab78-4ca7-ab75-a1629f459d10

Los Angeles Rapid Response: 

NDLON: https://ndlon.org/

(626) 799-3566

CHIRLA: https://www.chirla.org

888-624-4752

ร“rale: https://www.orale.org

(562) 245-9575

DSA-LA: https://www.instagram.com/dsa_la

Los Angeles Mutual Aid:

https://mutualaidla.org/

Reading List:

โ€œOn Learning to Dissect Fetal Pigs,โ€ award winning poem by Renee Nicole Good: https://poets.org/2020-on-learning-to-dissect-fetal-pigs

โ€œMy Minnesotans Fear Iceโ€ by Minnesotan poet/activist Bao Phi: https://time.com/7345628/anti-ice-minneapolis-minnesota-protests-fear

โ€œAn Elegy for My Neighbor, Renee Nicole Goodโ€ by poet Danez Smith: https://www.harpersbazaar.com/culture/features/a69957102/elegy-for-renee-nicole-good/

โ€œRenee Nicole Goodโ€™s Award-Winning Poem: Read Excerptโ€ by Mandy Taheri: https://www.newsweek.com/renee-nicole-goods-award-winning-poem-read-in-full-11336593

Instagram Statements & Reflections:

โ€œStatement on Recent ICE Murders of Community Membersโ€ from California Faculty Association: https://www.instagram.com/p/DTTMO_qAafQ/?img_index=2

Thoughts from Rajiv Mohabir, poet and professor, who selected โ€œOn Learning Dissecting Fetal Pigsโ€ for the ODU undergraduate poetry prize in 2020: https://www.instagram.com/p/DTO04M6DDAA/?img_index=1&igsh=NTc4MTIwNjQ2YQ%3D%3D

On the importance of community gatherings from Bay Area musician, A1: https://www.instagram.com/p/DTTcV9Ukm1y/

Women Who Submit Stands with Palestinian Authors: A Response to the LA Public Libraryโ€™s Decision to Cancel an Event with Jenan Matari and Nora Lester Murad

In response to the LA Public Libraryโ€™s decision to cancel an event during Read Palestine Week (the original LA Reporter article can be read here), we at Women Who Submit (WWS) have worked together to write the following statement in solidarity with the Palestinian and Jewish authors whose author talks were redacted from the program without explanation.

Women Who Submit, our members, authors, and affiliates, support and uplift diversity and equity in our storytelling, programming, and actions. Our organization was founded with the intention to promote women and non-binary people to tell their truths in writing. In a society that too often amplifies white Christian heteronormative stories to promote a homogenous American lie, WWS especially aims to uplift underrepresented voices to promote complex and compassionate visions of humanity. 

We do not agree with the LA Public Libraryโ€™s decision to cancel the Read Palestine Week event featuring Jenan Matari, author of Everything Grows in Jiddo’s Garden and Nora Lester Murad, author of Ida in the Middle. The silencing of these Palestinian authors, especially when the Palestinian people are actively experiencing a genocide by the Israeli government is wrong. From Women Who Submit joins the Palestinian-led Campaign for the Academic and Cultural Boycott of Israelโ€published in June 2025:ย โ€œFor over 600 days, the Israeli Occupation Forces have decimated Gazaโ€™s schools, universities, and libraries, attacking the nerve centers of Palestinian knowledge and culture. They have assassinated over 200 journalists, 115 civil defense workers, and over 1,200 healthcare workersโ€ฆAlong with the crime of genocide, the IOF have committed domicide (the destruction of homes), scholasticide (the destruction of schools) and epistemicide (the destruction of archives, libraries and other sites of knowledge production).โ€ย 

In a world where the Palestinian people are actively being murdered in their homeland, we consider this an act of racism, anti-Palestinian sentiment, and censorship. 

In Los Angeles, we demand the freedom of libraries to remain public spaces where individuals may access institutional resources, knowledge hubs, and programs from a variety of sources, including those that contend with and center the voices and perspectives of communities the Trump Administration continues to target. As Supreme Court of the United States attacks libraries and creates an uncertain environment for federal funding sources for libraries as centers of knowledge, it becomes all the more important for public institutions not to concede to ostentatious displays of power. 

As the Los Angeles Central Library celebrates its centennial in 2026, “Dedicated in July 1926, the Los Angeles Central Library became an instant architectural icon and guiding light of learning for the city,” we remind the Central Library that to remove this event is not only contradictory to its mission to be a “guiding light of learning,” but is an act of cowardice.

Women Who Submit stands by those who need assistance in uplifting their narrative. We do not tolerate censorship of any kind. We stand by the Palestinian and Jewish authors who were denied the opportunity to tell their narratives at the Los Angeles Library as literary advocates and as a literary organization whose members encompass women and nonbinary people of the global majority. We will not allow for these voices to be silenced.

December 2025 Publication Roundup

Happy New Year! The Women Who Submit members included in this post published their work in amazing places during December of 2025. One of our committed members heard about their publication opportunity through WWS programming and/or another member.

Iโ€™ve included an excerpt from published pieces (if available), along with a link (if available) to where the pieces can be purchased and/or read in their entirety. Please take some time to celebrate yourself and your wonderful accomplishments, especially with so many writers published this month. Thank you and happy submitting!

Huge congratulations to Amy Raasch whose poem “My Sister Donates Her Eyes to the State of Minnesota” won the Beullah Rose Poetry Prize.

Kudos to Christine Heriat whose fiction piece “The Ledger” was published in Shotgun Honey.

You carry a heavy case. 

His narrowed eyes, his tight mouth, tell you it wouldโ€™ a been smarter to carry whatโ€™s inside the case in your waistband, or hand. But you worried too much over drawinโ€™ the attention of other gang members, a stray cop, that sorta thing. Really, your big case makes you feel big, even though you left your colors at home. Gotta find a way to look strong when you take this kinda risk. Make a move to improve your circumstance, scratch your way up with one fingernail, one job, one bullet. 

Shoutout to Elizabeth Galoozis whose poem “ode to an adolescent niece” was featured in Sontag Mag.

youโ€™re blazing

hot pink-orange,

an angry sunrise

through wildfire smoke,

a highlighter

obliterating words

youโ€™re expected

to remember.

Please join me in congratulating Diosa Xochiquetzalcoatl who published a new poetry collection MeXicana: poemas y mas poemas with Riot of Roses Publishing House.

Kudos to Viktoria Valenzuela whose poem “Top & Tail Loverโ€™s Knot” appeared in Zรณcalo Public Square.

Congratulations to Shelley Ettinger whose poem “Disappear” was featured in Radical Catalyst Vol.1, No.2.

Shoutout to Michelle Smith whose poem “Heart of Simon” appeared in LA Art News‘ December Poet’s Place series (excerpt available below). She also published the poem “Look Out Below” and the book Do SoCal Palms have Branches? with Four Feathers Press.

Simon Rodia visionary Italian artist

33 years climbing The Watts Tower

1990 historic California landmark

At 70 years old

a.k.a El Nuestro Pueblos

Is mightier than gold

Globally admired

Symmetrical

Intricate

Magnificent

Ornate

Nuance

Renowned

Original

Daring

Intriguing

Artist

Lastly, huge congratulations to Julia C Gaytan who published a new book Imported Sand with Chicana/Latina Studies: The Journal of Mujeres Activas en Letras y Cambio Social.

*Feature image credit to Margaret Gallagher*

This Makes up the Sky: Murmuration. Alene Terzian-Zeitounian

Murmuration at Jackโ€™s Pizza

by Alene Terzian-Zeitounian

They descend like a pandemonium
of parrots, fluffed and squawking:
Leo dumped his girlfriend at Taco Bell,
left her standing with a bean burrito

and mascara running.
Cockatoo says, Who does that?
They all nod, Yeah, who does that?

Cockatoo, in green crop top
and last monthโ€™s Yeezyโ€™s, is all plumage
and puff. Says, Oh my god!
I would hate to be dumped at Taco Bell!
So low-rent. No one deserves that.
They agree, No one deserves that.

They huddle around cockatooโ€™s phone
like survivors trying to keep warm,
Can you believe how hot Jason is?
Heโ€™s like Charlie Puth but hotter.

Macaw preens, No way! No one is hotter
than Charlie. Lovebird molts, Charlie, fuck,
heโ€™s the hottest. Of. Them. All.
Itโ€™s a fact.

At 4 oโ€™clock, they rise, shake off
pizza crumbs, and walk out, foragers
let loose and circling. Cockatoo says,
Text me the answers to the math homework.
Macaw and Lovebird admire her floral tights,
bare belly, the tiny blonde hairs
on her arms, Yes, they say. See ya!
and break formation.


Dr. Alene Terzian-Zeitounianย isย the Humanities Department Chair at College of the Canyons where she teaches creative writing. She is also the faculty advisor forย cul-de-sac, COCโ€™s Literary and Arts Magazine. Her works have appeared in theย Bellevue Literary Review, Colorado Review, Mizna, andย Rise Up Reviewย among others.

You can read the entire This Makes up the Sky series by visiting: https://womenwhosubmitlit.org/category/the-sky/

November 2025 Publication Roundup

The Women Who Submit members included in this post published their work in amazing places during November of 2025. Three of our committed members heard about their publication opportunity through WWS programming and/or another member.

Iโ€™ve included an excerpt from published pieces (if available), along with a link (if available) to where the pieces can be purchased and/or read in their entirety. Please take some time to celebrate yourself and your wonderful accomplishments, especially with so many writers published this month. Thank you and happy submitting!

Congratulations to Michelle Smith who published “Fireball Whiskey” and “Too Hot Isโ€ฆ” with Four Feathers Press. Excerpt of the former available below:

Water fueling may not cool or calm me 

the red dragon of Fireball Whiskey 

utterances spiced, flame breathing 

He is my only child, my Creative, Happy, Righteous, Intriguing, Social Soul.

“Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere”, said MLK Jr.

 I love you to the moon and back 

Major props to Jacqueline Lyons whose poem “Fire Season: Super Perennial” appeared in Palette Poetry. It is also the winner of their 2025 Nature Poetry Prize, selected by Aimee Nezhukumatathil.

Did the headline that read โ€œSucculents Saved Their Homeโ€ end
with or without a question mark

Last night, distillations beneath a live oakโ€™s canopy
a friend fantasizes a fire-proof dome over his house
Crassula along the fence absorb his carbon dioxide

In one dream, a rain shower in every room, matchbook rolled
into the hem of a yellow dress
fountain tumbling with smoke instead of water

Who said to make someone happy, take away everything they have
then give it all back

Kudos to Ronna Magy whose poem “Perhaps” was featured in SWIMM Every Day.

i will find you down basement stairs in a damp fruitroom along oilcloth covered shelves mason jarred cling peaches strawberry jam green tomatoes floating dilled stems and hard seeds bare light bulb pull chain dark earth under feet

perhaps your back will bend over wooden washboard and sink a bristled brush scrubbing out old family stains hot water murphy oil soap gnarled fingers hold a white shirt to dim light housedresses hankies pinned to the line

Shoutout to Kate Maruyama whose article “The Conversation Continues, Even When They’re Gone” was published in Locus Magazine‘s 778th Issue. Her fiction piece “Faith” also appeared in Analog Science Fiction and Fact.

Congratulations to Amy Raasch whose poem “ontology of llorando” was published with Sonora Review.

feet slap dark moss soft webbed

platypusย ย ย ย plap plap plap

bump on my eardrumย ย ย ย tap tap tap

cave-wall lit like a microphone

my       amoeba legs flow in and out

lightly on a lily pad lightly

to the rhythm of the white

flower blooming in the teal black

night    spilt into the bright

gold pond of a stick-on tear

why ย ย ย ย ย ย (it asks whyย ย ย ย ย  forever)

Major props to Lucy Rodriguez-Hanley whose memoir piece “El Desahogoโ€”The Undrowning” appeared in Exposition Review and was announced as an honorable mention in their Flash 405 competition.

One of the rare times that she let Papi sit with her, he called her โ€œMi amor.โ€ She erupted like a faulty pressure cooker, blowing off her lid, splashing the scalding residue of everything that had been simmering inside. The pent-up rage from her shitty marriage and the injustice of why her and not him splattered all over the walls.

I resented her anger, but never let on. Not because Papi didnโ€™t earn it but because her kids didnโ€™t deserve its side effects. I stayed quiet and let her vent while my siblings talked back.

โ€œYo tengo derecho a desahogarme,โ€ she said, defending her right to undrown herself.

Kudos to Laura Sturza whose article feature “Older pets and owners pair up” was published in The Beacon.

When a beautiful, fluffy calico cat named Lucy was 12 years old, her family gave her up. Lucy was sick, and they couldnโ€™t afford her medical care, according to Maddie Lederer, an adoption counselor at the Montgomery County Animal Services and Adoption Center in Derwood, Maryland.

โ€œWe looked at her records and saw she had a history of bladder stones,โ€ Lederer said. โ€œWe were able to treat her and put her on prescription diet food, so she hopefully wouldnโ€™t have a recurrence.โ€

Lucy quickly became a favorite among staff and volunteers, who described her as a โ€œpurring machineโ€ and a โ€œprofessional loafer with a cute face.โ€ Despite those endearing qualities, though, Lucy was overlooked by prospective adoptive families because of her age and medical condition.

Shoutout to Jesenia Chรกvez whose poem “i think my mom has been grieving since she was a kid” was featured in Chillona: the zine, produced by writer Sofรญa Aguilar.

Congratulations to Jennifer Blackledge whose poem “November waits for you in the parking lot after the bar closes” was published in ONE ART: a journal of poetry. She was also their top most-read poet of November 2025.

because it likes to pick a fight
rattles around like the last two pills in
a bottle labeled zero refills

it dims the lights and
rolls its eyes when you object
invites you to dinner but clears your plate before youโ€™re done

sneers and shakes your trees bare
opens your gate and lets your dog out
because it likes to hear you cry for lost things in the dark

Kudos to Melissa Chadburn whose creative nonfiction piece “Tilting at Windmills” was featured in Adi Magazine and her article “The Facts of Comportment” was published by the Feminist Press’ Women’s Studies Quarterly. See excerpt of the former below:

One guy spent his childhood ducking under desks in his classroom, hiding from stray bullets from a war raging outside in his hometown in San Salvador. Another guy spent much of his adult life drenched in music. He would perform the danza de viejitos, the dance of the old men, which he later demonstrated for my students on campus, wearing a papier-mรขchรฉ mask and the infamous clankity-clank huaraches while holding a cane, his guitar nearby. He came here to make a better way for his wife and daughter. But that is another story; this is the story of day laborers. 

Shoutout to Citlaly Penelope whose creative nonfiction piece “Cozy Weather” appeared in The Acentos Review.

I believed in Santa long after I probably should have. His arrival meant matching PJs in front of the fireplace and listening to the adults talk over whatever Christmas movie was playing on the tv. My momโ€™s blonde hair bobbed up and down whenever she spoke; her infectious laugh echoed through the white picket fence house, and I questioned if whatever she heard was that funny. His presence meant peace and hopeโ€“just for a little while, anyway.

I donโ€™t remember Christmas before we moved into that house. Before, my older brother’s and Iโ€™s nights would involve making ourselves comfortable in two folding chairs with someoneโ€™s jacket covering us as we dozed off to the blasting Spanish music and smell of tangy stale air.

Major props to Amy Shimshon-Santo who published an essay collection entitled Piecework: Ethnographies of Place with Unsolicited Press. She also wrote the introduction “Savor This Book” to Writing Braille With Chocolate, co-edited with Madalyn U. Spangler and created by the Braille Institute of America Library.

Shoutout to Meg Whelan whose poem “Backyard Blue Pine” was featured in The Banyan Review. She begins with the words: Somewhere in the basement, sealed in a black pleather book, there is evidence.

Congratulations to Azalea Aguilar who published three creative works this month: the poetry chapbook Foxhole with Bottlecap Press, the poem “I Was Once a Whisper” in The Aerial Perspective with Quillkeepers Press, and another poem “May on Meridian Street” in If All the Trees were Pens Vol. 1.

Kudos to Ashton Cynthia Clarke whose two poems “Inspired by ‘Woman of the Popo Country’ Jamaica 1770s” and “Cracked” were both published by Four Feathers Press. The latter is available below:

I glared back at the sullen reflection wondering how this split came to be stitched together from faces of others come before two-toned swaths of a father’s dutifulness bitter rage seething on the reverse pulled & torn at ragged seams.

Props to Carla Sameth whose two poems “Dethroned” and “December, 1995” appeared in Mutha Magazine. Excerpt of the latter available below:

At first we all just took that December
to be the month before everything
would change. Of all
the mad scientist cures for miscarriage,
prednisone led to gestational diabetes
which led to food deprivation.
Finally pregnant, yet on a diet
after planning to eat whatever
I wanted when I had a real being inside,
at last. I held this sparkly feeling
that never left no matter
the taste of grey toast or dirt,
the strange bright red blood
at 13 weeks. This time,
the baby stayed.
The alchemist grew with me.

Shoutout to Molly Cameron whose memoir piece “Why I Still Want a Deliaโ€™s Bucket Hat” was featured in open secrets magazine.

Visiting my parents recently, I attempted to clean out a drawer in my childhood bedroom when I found what remained of my stash: four Deliaโ€™s catalogs, slightly worn and faded but otherwise preserved. One of them was the Summer 1997 issue that started my obsession, featuring the bucket hat. A thrill tingled through me. I spread them all out on the carpet and read each one cover to cover. I recognized all the models as if they had been old friends and remembered so many articles of clothing that I had lusted after. The floral-print ringer tee. The long green plaid skirt. The platform flip-flops. I put the catalogs in a Ziploc freezer bag and brought them home with me to Queens.

Congratulations to Mahru Elahi whose creative nonfiction piece “Body Double” was published in Black Warrior Review’s Issue 52.1, and they placed another creative nonfiction piece “Change of Name” with Solstice Magazine. Excerpt of the latter is available below:

Whether in its original or post-9/11 form, I can tell you that my first name is a multisensory site of racialized contention. It isnโ€™t just the painful stutter that I have to watch out for. There has been a lifetime of dubious looks: when I stand and walk to a door held open by someone in scrubs for a doctorโ€™s appointment, itโ€™s there. I sense a bodily hesitation, like the door might close in my face. It happens when I press my papers to a bullet-proof glass window at passport check and wonder if the extra questions, the extra care with searching my body, is related to the name I carry.

The dubious look is followed, sometimes, by a question.

Kudos to Gina Rae Duran who edited Flowersong Press’ anthology The White Picket Fence: Stories of Individuality as Rebelliousness Collection (alongside Edward Vidaurre) where it was released just this month! They also placed a poem in the California Bards SoCal Poetry Anthology 2025, produced by Local Gems Press.

*Feature image credit to Margaret Gallagher*

This Makes up the Sky: Murmuration. Linea Jantz

Golden Apples in the Snow

by Linea Jantz

the herons return home to dead trees
clouds boiling flocks of blackbirds

screeching at the forgotten orchard drooping
rotting apples a Midas feast

in sudden snow a hundred geese
take to the skies, electrify the clouds

with their frantic gossip but all I hear
is the hum of road slush under tired tires

itโ€™s getting dark
colder

sky in a macabre dance with naked branches
street lamps leer from the highway

a steady stream of white lights, red to the right
sheet ice hushed in the snow

two curved bone lines
lead into the night


Linea Jantz has worked in roles including waste management, social services, teacher, and paralegal. Among other adventures, she taught Business English in Ukraine (pre-invasion) and helped film a short documentary about women entrepreneurs in the state of Chiapas, Mexico. Her writing features in publications including Palette Poetry, Josephine Quarterly, Beaver Magazine, and EcoTheo Review.

You can read the entire This Makes up the Sky series by visiting: https://womenwhosubmitlit.org/category/the-sky/

This Makes up the Sky: Rain. Veronica Tucker

The Hour the Rain Changed the Room

by Veronica Tucker

The rain started as a rumor in the maple tops, a soft friction that made the leaves look like they were whispering behind a cupped hand. From the ambulance bay we could smell it before we felt it, the first wet breath pushing under the rolling door. Someone said petrichor and someone else said geosmin and for a moment the room traded fear for science, which is one of our gentler forms of hope.

There is a difference between drizzle and downpour that the skin knows faster than the ear. Drizzle writes its name in small letters across your forearms. Downpour arrives already plural, a choir, a decision. Drizzle lets you pretend the day might continue as planned. Downpour says plans are objects that float for a while, then sink.

We were holding three hallway stretchers, two with coughing and one with a quiet man who stared at the ceiling as if he had been asked to memorize it. The storm readings crawled across a muted news screen. Somewhere to our south, lightning counted whole seconds off the power grid. Someone joked about the generator. Someone else checked the oxygen tank that had been left at a slant like a question. The floor shined in the way floors do when the world outside is dirty and insisting.

When the rain crossed the parking lot it changed color. The blacktop drank it and gave back a richer dark, the way a body drinks saline and pinks at the edge. I remembered the word pluvial and said it out loud, more to test if my mouth still had room for softness. No one answered. The triage phone rang with the clipped cadence that says a vehicle is coming with speed. The doors opened and the storm rearranged our air.

There is a physics to the way rain meets a building. If wind angles up, the drops tilt and tap the underlip of the awning like a xylophone. If wind angles down, the rain rides the pitch of the roof and leaves the entry dry, a kindness too small to celebrate. This storm wanted the threshold. The rubber mats darkened and the edges curled slightly, as if the building itself lifted its feet.

They wheeled in an older woman whose shirt clung to her in deliberate places. She had slipped on her back steps and could name exactly where the pain nested. She smelled of wet wool and lilacs that had gone green. Her daughter followed with a towel that had already failed at its job and would try again, because towels believe in second chances. When we moved the woman to our bed her breath hitched like a truck shifting down on a hill. We offered words, then silence, then the kind of words that are a map. Here is where we are. Here is what happens next. Here is the small place inside the storm where your body tells us the truth.

Outside the rain changed from round to needle. You can hear this if you listen for the difference between water and water plus velocity, which is a little like the difference between fear and fear plus time. The bay door rattled and we all looked up as if it were the voice of a person we knew. A tech wiped a trail of footprints that kept reappearing as if the building had made a decision to learn to walk. A nurse peeled off a glove carefully so it would not snap and startle the man in the hallway who had begun to think he was made of glass.

Years ago I learned that the first sharp scent on dry pavement is actinobacteria releasing geosmin when the rain wakes them. The body translates that chemistry into memory before it translates it into air. Children hear it as a bell. Adults hear it as a chance. Even in the emergency department, where bells mean something different, I could feel the room loosen as if we all shared a story about summers that ended in wet hair and towels on porches and the one book we were allowed to ruin.

The storm moved closer and the thunder stopped pretending to be distant. Our monitors flickered low then bright, a reminder that the line between protection and failure is sometimes a strand of copper thinner than a vein. I checked another set of vitals and watched the numbers settle into a rhythm that would not demand us. The woman with the lilac smell relaxed her jaw after the morphine. Her daughter leaned against the wall and closed her eyes in the way that is not sleep but is close enough to count.

There is a sociology to shared rain. Bus stops become small democracies. Strangers crowd under a church eave and invent a new congregation that lasts ten minutes. Parking lots ask us to choose between sprint and surrender. In towns like ours the grocery store becomes a study in permission. You can arrive soaked and no one will look away because everyone can see the sky that did it to you. Even inside the hospital, with its climate promises and sealed seams, the storm writes us together. We speak more softly. We hand each other towels in the tone reserved for birth and grief and the day after.

Between thunder and thunder there was a pause long enough to hear the soft percussion of gutters finally finding their purpose. The speed of sound turned the storm into a counting exercise. We tried to remember the grade school rule about seconds and miles. A paramedic said the rule was wrong and an engineer friend had proved it at a barbecue with a napkin and a pen. We believed both versions because the sky often allows two truths at once.

In the next bay a man argued with his own luck. He had driven straight through the worst of it with wipers that worked only on high and brakes that shuddered whenever the road asked them to trust. He had arrived whole. He did not want to be here since he had earned the right not to be. Rain gives us these strange victories. You arrive at the door soaked but upright and you want that to count more than it does. We let it count in our voices, which is sometimes the only currency the room accepts.

There is also the mathematics of bird flight when storms gather. Starlings fold and turn with an elegance that would make a surgeon jealous. In certain winds the gulls from the lake find their bravest selves and ride the gusts above the helipad. If I climb the stairs and stand at the window that faces north I can watch them hold a line that is not really a line but a conversation. Today there was no time to climb. Instead I watched the rain itself draft and lift, and tried to name the small relief that came from knowing everything falls, nourishes, and returns.

By late afternoon the edge of the storm showed its blue. The parking lot steamed lightly like a low fever breaking. The rubber mats released their grip and lay flat. The daughter with the towel laughed at a story her mother told about a childhood storm that ruined nothing and made everything better. We adjusted a sling and documented a plan and placed discharge papers on a clipboard that shined with a few clean drops, the last of the rain finding a way to name itself.

When they wheeled her out, the air in the bay felt new. The room exhaled the way rooms do when the worst has decided to be a neighbor instead of a guest. We stood for a minute and watched the sky return to a color we could misname as ordinary. I thought of how storms erase and write in the same hand. I thought of my children pressing their faces to a window at home, counting between flash and sound, learning a private arithmetic that will follow them for years. I thought of the first drop of any rain that turns the mind toward possibility, and the last drop that says something like, now, begin again.


Veronica Tucker is an emergency medicine and addiction medicine physician and mother of three in New Hampshire. Her work appears in One ArtEunoia ReviewBerlin Literary Review, and The Book of Jobs anthology. She writes about medicine, motherhood, and being human. veronicatuckerwrites.com | Instagram @veronicatuckerwrites


You can read the entire This Makes up the Sky series by visiting: https://womenwhosubmitlit.org/category/the-sky/