The Women Who Submit members included in this post published their work in amazing places during June of 2025. Three of our committed members heard about an opportunity through WWS programming and/or another member.
Iโve 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. Thank you and happy submitting!
Congratulations to Michelle Y Smith who had poems “Click & Strike,” “The April of My Life,” and “The Act of Selfies” published in Four Feathers Press Online Edition: Stone Worlds, as well as the poems “He’s Not My President,” “Time Magazine April 30,” and “World Flux” published in Poetry for the People. Except for the latter is available below:
Art makes the world go round,
At his ECF artecf.org, there’s
a kaleidoscope of materials
Chris enjoys to crochet
and paint. He too is a ceramist
freely his creations take shape.
Food, flowers, and folks.
Art is essential and
is home sweet home.
Poetry and prose writer is me.
Seasons, seashells, life experience
takes me. With a stroke of a pen,
I am free.
Big kudos to Amy Raasch whose manuscript (which included the piece “Why I Am Not a Gravedigger”) was picked as a finalist for the 2025 Jack McCarthy Prize for Write Bloody Publishing‘s manuscript contest. Catch a glimpse of the manuscript sample here.
Let’s give a shoutout to Anais Godard whose fiction piece “The Clay of It” appeared in fractured lit.
When he walked into her studio, Elodie was sculpting her seventh ceramic penis of the week. This one had antlers.
She didnโt look up. โCustom or classic?โ
The man hesitated. He was tall, with nervous shoulders and a brown paper envelope clutched like it contained his last will and testament. โCustom,โ he said.
She glanced at him, a quick, assessing look. No sleazy grin, no too-wide eyes pretending not to scan her overalls. His posture said apology. Sheโd learned to read them, over the years: the oglers, the moaners, the โaccidentalโ touchers. Men who claimed it was about art but watched her work like they were waiting for a lap dance. This one wasnโt like that. This one was here for something else. Something he almost didnโt want to ask for.
Congratulations to Romaine Washington whose poem “Cannibals and Treatises” was featured in The Coachella Review.
how we can slice a human mind in two
while the skull is intact. lying
in the most conspicuous places,
white crime usually dresses in business suits
and we mistake them for flesh and blood men.
as though words create new realities,
Zelenskyy, I have my popcorn
ready to hear you wax eloquent.
i witness you running with adrenaline chiseling
a new rib in your chest. you think you see
a porch light on, hear a tv commercial cooing
Kudos to Mahru Elahi who published a hybrid piece entitled “The Fuel of Nations: a Cold War Girlhood in Iranian America” in Issue 10.1 of Foglifter. They also had a creative nonfiction piece entitled “American Breakfast | ุตุจุญุง” featured in Lambda Literary’s 2024 Emerge Anthology.
Shoutout to Heather Pegas whose poem “And Then It Died” appeared in Heavy Feather Review and her fiction piece “A Study of Sophie-Claude Clement (1841-1914)” was published in the Thieving Magpie’s thirtieth issue. Excerpt of the latter is available below:
โBut why would I wash only my legs?โ I asked the artist. โAm I a shepherdess, a barefoot shepherdess? So that my feet got dirty, and I splashed mud up and down my calves, with some dung as well? And as we live in Paris, how am I meant to have come across this sheep dung, and am I to bathe my legs in a street puddle, or in the Seine? I mean to say is this not a ridiculous pose to be striking? To be concentrating so intently on cleaning my legs and only my legs?โ
At this, the artist began to hop about!
*Feature image credit to Margaret Gallagher*
