The summer has come to an end but that hasn’t stopped Women Who Submit writers from getting their words into the world! Congrats to everyone who had work published in August.
From Xochitl-Julisa Bermejo‘s “Ghost Interview with a Soldier in the Peach Orchard” at Rivard Report:
Gettysburg National Military Park
In your final moments, whom did you think of?
Was this someone waiting for you to return?
I worry I will never find that someone waiting
behind a thick front door of a home we made together.
From Désirée Zamorano‘s “Memento Mori: On Angel Luis Colón’s ‘Hell Chose Me‘” at Los Angeles Review of Books:
Set in contemporary Bronx, moving between the past and the present, it’s a tense and intriguing thrill ride. Sure, we’ve met mordant, conflicted assassins before, like Lawrence Block’s Keller, Barry Eisler’s John Rain, or Bill Hader’s Barry. In Colón’s hands, Walsh hits familiar notes, but in a key all his own…
From Kate Maruyama‘s “Traces” at Magnolia Review:
Seven months after we lost our father to cancer, we were meeting again, Roger, Janey and I, to sort through the arrangements for our mother’s funeral. Who loses both of their parents so close together? Who loses both of their parents so young? I thought they’d at least be around to see a grandkid or two.
From an interview with Carla Sameth about her debut memoir One Day on the Gold Line at Points:
I think that writing as a family member of those struggling with drug and alcohol addiction (both my wife and son are in recovery) provides a unique perspective. I write a lot about the process I went through understanding addiction as a disease, and looking at my own shit (including addictive behavior) and how I interacted with my son who struggled with alcohol and drug addiction in his teens.
Read an excerpt of Carla‘s memoir at Angels Flight Literary West!
From Danielle Mitchell‘s “Not Wolf” at Poets Reading the News:
Not red, not Mexican, not lowland.
No bonnet, no white-tailed, bighorn.
Forget black foot, leave the beach
the brow-antlered, San Joaquin, San
Miguel, no woodland, no salt marsh.
From “Visit to Makon” by Bo Hwang at wildness:
After a winter of droughts, my childhood friend—my only kind of sweetheart—moves back to Makon. The city we grew up in; the city we all left. She’s there now, in a house with twelve women, only one her age, a high school teacher from another island, the rest are medical students.
“Seven balconies,” she boasts. “You can see the hospital.”
From Liz Harmer‘s “Right to Grapple” at the Malahat Review:
Let me give you an idea of the sorts of discussions we get into here. On the first Sunday afternoon, just after the little blue VW bug scraped out of here on the gravel road with my mom inside it, I managed to get into an argument about rocks. I was standing near this old tetherball post with my three sacks—my backpack, my rolled-up sleeping bag, and my garbage bag full of clothes—waiting for one of the H______s to escort me to my cabin and halfheartedly hitting the ball. Blam. Blam. Blam in one direction, blam in the other. Then this guy whose real name I cannot reveal comes up to me.
From Cori Bratby-Rudd‘s “Puppyelectric” at Nailed:
I want Indian food, urgently, intensely, the cream of the tikka masala, the flaked fluffed naan, and so I order it because I remember desperation and I refuse to feel it again. I don’t just order it, I order it delivered and I feel something like royalty, for wanting something and then for having it. Strange to want and then get, as though desires can actually happen for someone like me.
From Li Yun Alvarado‘s “Poe Park” at Aster(ix) Journal:
From this cottage,
where he heard
his young cousin
bride, Virginia
Congratulations to Tanya Ko Hong whose poem, “The Crying Game” was published at Birds Fall Silent in the Mechanical Sea!
Congratulations to Amanda L. Andrei whose script, Waiting for a Birthday, was published in The First Five Years Anthology from Thinking in Full Color!
