July 2025 Publication Roundup

The Women Who Submit members included in this post published their work in amazing places during July of 2025. One of our committed members heard about an 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 this summer. Thank you and happy submitting!

Congratulations to Christine Heriat who published a short story entitled “The Secret Fishing Spot” in Made in L.A. Vol. 6: Hollywood Adjacent.

Kudos to Lois P. Jones who published the poem “Epistolary to Fridaโ€™s Sister Rose” in Image Journal.

Dear Rose,

From his balcony, the night sky is a portal to a pinhole
of other livesโ€”some barely visible. As if what is remembered grows
far away. This is the way life is: You are always here on hard soil
and what you want is north or south of you. Sometimes I think death
is a sky so black we leave all our lives behind.

Shoutout to Mary Camarillo who wrote a book review entitled “Locals Only, The Golden Women of Orange Countyโ€ in Citric Acid of Women in a Gold State: California Poets at 60 and Beyond, an anthology collection which features many WWS members’ work.

Iโ€™ve been an Orange County woman since 1966 when I was fourteen and my fatherโ€™s aerospace job transferred him to Santa Monica from Charlotte, North Carolina. The Beach Boys sang about โ€œCalifornia Girlsโ€ on the radio as we drove across the country. I couldnโ€™t wait to be one, but when we settled in Fountain Valley, California, I realized I didnโ€™t quite fit the profile. I wasnโ€™t blond, my skin never tanned, and I wasnโ€™t allowed to wear a French bikini.

Iโ€™ve never felt like a true California girl, but almost sixty years later, California is still my home. And now, as โ€œa woman of a certain age in youth-obsessed California,โ€ Iโ€™m delighted to be included in a new anthology from Gunpowder Press, Women in a Golden State, California Poets at 60 and Beyond.

Congratulations to Tanya Ward Goodman whose blog post “A Living Artifact: Remembrances from Tanya Ward Goodman” appeared in SPACES.

It was boiling hot in Simi Valley on the day I first visited Bottle Village. I was not yet twelve years old and wore cotton, shortie pajamas, the only clothes that didnโ€™t scrape like sandpaper against the sunburn Iโ€™d acquired the day before at Will Rogers State Beach. For close to ten days, weโ€™d been travelling the back roads from Albuquerque, New Mexico to the Golden State with dad at the wheel of a brown Chevy pick-up heโ€™d dubbed โ€œDaedalus.โ€ My grandmother, Rose, rode shotgun, and, in the back, under the camper shell, me, my brother, and our three best friends from school nestled in sleeping bags, loose as popcorn. Weโ€™d been to Disneyland and Knottโ€™s Berry Farm, but Dad was never content with only the main tourist spots. He ballpoint tattooed the pages of his Rand McNally road atlas with alternate routes, and drew stars to mark roadside attractions, artistsโ€™ homes, and miscellaneous wonders.

Kudos to Luivette Resto who published the poem “A Mother Is Like an Archipelago” in the 2025 issue of the Latino Book Review.

Puerto Rico is not an island.
Despite what has been said
she does not stand alone.

She is an archipelago,
an armโ€™s length away from smaller islands
โ€“Culebra, Vieques, Mona.

Greeted by hands clapping
as the wheels touch the tarmac
and the sign of the cross gesticulated by abuelitas

I tell my children on our first family visit:
a mother is like an archipelago.

Please also join me in congratulating Jesenia Chรกvez whose memoir piece “Move-In Day” also appeared in the same issue of Latino Book Review.

Move-in day at UC Santa Barbara in the fall of 1998 was quick. We packed up my momโ€™s gray dodge van. My older sister would drive, my things were in the back and some girls from Latinas Guiding Latinas de UCLA would join us. My stuff fit in a couple cardboard boxes, and we had plenty of room. I would never again have such little stuff to move and pack.

Mom and dad could not come, it was only my sister, like always she was taking care of me. My parents had to hustle and work. But I had my sisters, so that comforted me.

Shoutout to M. Anne Kala’i whose poem “Emancipation” appeared in Hawai’i Pacific Review.

I.

Mother didnโ€™t teach me how to garden.
She taught me to pack up a house
after the water turned off,
then the lights.
Well-labeled boxes swallowed
our things and spit out
new cities. I learned you can change
your heart and name
after a hand in marriage
and divorce, marriage
and divorce.
I canโ€™t fix cars or build shelves
and Iโ€™ve never been able to save money,
but I run like her
and I always get away.

Kudos to Stephanie Abraham whose op-ed “Finding Courage During Challenging Times” was featured in PRsay.

In a blog post published last month, PRSAโ€™s Los Angeles Chapter President Marisol Barrios Perez, APR, wrote, โ€œI urge our PR community to do what we do best: Raise our voices. Because when we speak together โ€” with purpose, with clarity and with courage โ€” we shape the narrative. And we stand on the right side of history.โ€

Indeed, these are unprecedented times that call for unprecedented measures. Just a glimpse at the last six months in Los Angeles, where I live, is telling. January started with the deadliest and most destructive wildfires in the stateโ€™s history. In early June, the president sent the National Guard and Marines to our streets, exchanging insults and accusations with California Gov. Newsom in the process. With a softening job market, an uncertain economy and a fragile geopolitical climate, itโ€™s enough to make you want to hide under the covers and wait for calmer days.

Shoutout to Mahru Elahi whose creative nonfiction piece “Summoning” was picked up by Multiplicity Magazine.

In my dreams, I am dressed in loose clothing and rise into the air with only a thought, guided by the warmth in my belly. Usually it is night, but sometimes the sun is out. I am alone and curious, and propel myself high above the landscape, delighting in the patterned streets and rolling hills, the geometry of buildings. When I wake from these dreams, the feeling in my belly is a reminder of where Iโ€™ve gone. I replay gauzy snatches of dream-memory throughout the day, the lightness that filled me. I want to return, to live again suspended above the earth.

I have always had dreams of flight. They come less often the older I get, and I am missing something from their absence. 

Congratulations to Monica Cure who published a poem entitled “A Reading of the Seagull” in Volume 119 of Poet Lore.

Kudos to Sophie Hamel whose fiction piece “The Pythia” was featured in The Plentitudes.

From the stone bleachers of Delphiโ€™s ancient theater, the view of the Parnassus mountains had a before-civilization-turned-everything-ugly charm we all wanted a slice of. We took pictures, crowding the frame with our friends and defiant smiles.

The cultural field trip had so far taken us from one half-column to the next with the regularity of burning sunshine. Today, we were blessed with a mostly intact theater. Unfortunately, it was about to be a stage once again. We shifted in our seats as Mrs. Perlotti marched to the orchestraโ€™s center.

โ€œQuiet,โ€ she said, the word harnessing power as it glided up to the seats Justine and I had claimed. โ€œOne of you will read a poem to the rest of the class, who will li-sten,โ€ she over-articulated as if the concept couldnโ€™t be grasped by our still-growing teenager brains.

Big shoutout to Diana Radovan who published a poetry collection entitled Seasons of Change with Outpost Press.

And lastly, congratulations to Ariadne Makridakis Arroyo whose creative nonfiction piece entitled “Trying on Womanhood for Size: It’s She AND They” appeared in 826LA’s Along The Way, We Saw The World: A 20th Anniversary Collection of Prose and Poetry.

*Feature image credit to Margaret Gallagher*

This Makes Up the Sky: Birds. Martina Madani

The Nature of a Place

By Martina Madani

Turkey vultures soar and circle high above the house in late summer. A time when the Sacramento heat presses in and the air smells of wildfire. The dark floating figures arrive at twilight against a sherbet sky. They roost every night in the 100-year-old, 70-foot-tall London plane tree out front. They stay here through fall and winter and leave in the spring. They have an intimidating presence.

We live in a quiet suburban neighborhood in a city surrounded on two sides by rivers where the birds scavenge for carrion during the day. By early evening they come home to roost. They are substantial birds with a wingspan of around six feet. They land one by one in the uppermost heights of the tree, weaker branches snap under their weight. Itโ€™s a macabre sight twenty or more vultures in one tree, vampires wrapped in black capes settled under the canopy for the night. The sight grows more frightful once the tree drops its leaves and the vultures perch alone on the bare, cold branches in winter.

They have a habit too of regurgitating the blood and bones of the carcasses they devour at the river and defecating en masse. Deposits land on the sidewalk and cars where constant clean-up is required. The vultures are a raw reminder that our tidy lives are secondary to natureโ€™s ruthlessness. We have no control over migratory patterns or the birdโ€™s behavior. Despite the mess and menacing look, they are a wonder to behold. Their appearance brings us into the present moment, stops us as we watch them drift above the treetops in the honeyed light at the end of each day. They make no sound, unlike the steady calls of the crows and jays here, only hover aloft, then quietly land. 

I considered this dilemma more earnestly after reading Helen Macdonaldโ€™s Vesper Flights. Macdonaldโ€™s primary reflection throughout the collection of essays is humanityโ€™s interaction with the natural world and in many cases birds of prey. There are moments of awe, conflict, peculiarity, and in each nature shows us something of who we are. 

Discussions with our neighbors to discourage the vultures from roosting here came to mind. Societyโ€™s capitalist laws say I own the tree, but what do birds know of law? The tree in our front yard is not owned by me, but rather is part of a complex biological system. I came to see that to evict the birds would be a loss of biodiversity, a tear in the web of interconnectedness between species who call this area home. For a century construction, pest treatments, and yard maintenance have altered, if not harmed, the natural systems at work in this neighborhood. I believed I was an environmentalist, a conservationist, but right in front of me was an opportunity to live my values, and I was missing it. 

One of Macdonaldโ€™s recurring themes is the ability of birds to erase national borders and make human history seem irrelevant. The migration of birds is unconcerned with law and politics. This is not a dissimilar issue to the increasing restrictions on immigration in the U.S., the determined efforts to stop the free movement of people and their dreams. A birdโ€™s indifference to these rules and regulations is an unsung rebellion. 

When my neighborhood was first formed, when the houses were newly built, trees freshly planted that would grow for 100 years, property deeds included racially restrictive covenants, excluding people of color from ownership or occupancy. Our deed carries this exclusion. Itโ€™s difficult to accept that I couldnโ€™t have owned my home back then or may not have been welcomed by neighbors, but understanding the past helps us do better in the future. It helps me see the vultures as welcome neighbors, as indigenous to the landscape.


Martina Madani is a nonfiction writer based in Sacramento, CA with a BA in English from UC Berkeley. Her work explores themes of feminism, adventure, family, and environmentalism. She examines the intersections of identity, place, and storytelling through a blend of memoir and cultural inquiry. She is currently working on her debut memoir.


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

This Makes Up the Sky: Birds. Barbara Ruth Saunders

Two in the Bush

by Barbara Ruth Saunders 

A fat sparrow, white crown gleaming 
Hops from the ground 
Makes its way deep into the bush
Moments later, a squawkโ€”
A hawk flushes and takes flight 

Which one screamed?

It might have been the raptor, youthful and brown,
Eyes yellow like foliage almost done for
Grasping its meal like the dying leaves
Grip the branches
In a futile fight with Mother Nature
Whose biological clock steadily ticks
Generating next year’s life
Also condemned from the beginning

Did the hawk stave off starvation for one more day?

Or maybe it was the songbird
Whose tunes come without lyrics
Give no reassurance of having God’s eye at all
Let alone His intercession

Did the sparrow see one more sunset? 

This mammal was relieved
It happened so fast 
I didn’t have time to feel bad 
About staying out of it
None of this is my responsibility


Barbara Ruth Saunders writes poetry, memoir, and criticism and performs at poetry readings and solo performance venues in the San Francisco Bay Area. Her debut poetry collection, Hearing Voices, was released in 2024, and her work has appeared online at Highland Park Poetry and in the anthology Silence is Consent.


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

This Makes Up the Sky: Birds. Lori Anaya

Second Grade

by Lori Anaya

Blue heron searches for food on the schoolโ€™s quiet field
Stands over gopherโ€™s dirt mound 

We leave our classroom for library time, discover her
Hush, becoming quiet, wanting to get closer

Gray feathered and tall, she is walking royalty
Our arms grow feathers, we stretch our wings

Straighten our backs, bend our knees up high
Walk soundless and slow, becoming dreamers

The lone bird, with only a beak and no hands
Snacks on her catch, until

Thundering first graders rush out 
A flurry of squawking 

Great blue heron flies away
Pumping graceful wings, becoming sky

How we look into that sky testing new wings
How our feet leave the ground 

How she was ours for those moments 
Magnificent and mysterious without words 

How we wait, hope, search looking 
How library day is not the real reason we love Mondays

How, when no one is looking, we walk out of our room
Becoming heron


Lori Anaya is a poet and bilingual crosscultural elementary educator with 36 years experience and an M.S. in bilingual Special Education. Sheโ€™s a Macondista and SCWriP Fellow published in labloga.blogspot.com and several literary journals. She writes across genres. Learn more at https://loribanaya.com/.




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

This Makes Up the Sky: Birds: Mary Camarillo

Red Light at Bolsa Chica and Edinger 

by Mary Camarillo

An egret studies the water in Wintersburg Channel
scanning for fish, ignoring Taco Bell wrappers, 
striped drink straws, deflated soccer ball, 
and flashing blue lights.

Two boys in white tee shirts sit on the curb, 
hands cuffed behind backs, staring at the street. 
A blonde in an Acura checks her iPhone reflection 
and applies blush with a pink handled brush,

Men in uniforms yank the boys 
to their feet, bump their shaved heads 
on the frame of the patrol car 
and shove them into the back seat. 

The light turns green. The Acura accelerates.
The egret lift his wings, extends slender legs,
and glides over the channel towards Saddleback,
white feathers disappearing in the sun.


Mary Camarillo is the author of the award-winning novels โ€œThose People Behind Usโ€ and “The Lockhart Women.” Her poems and short fiction have appeared in publications such as Citric Acid, California Writerโ€™s Club Literary Anthology, Inlandia, 166 Palms, Sonora Review, and The Ear. Mary lives in Huntington Beach, California. https://www.MaryCamarillo.com


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

June 2025 Publication Roundup

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.

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. 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 didnโ€™t look up. โ€œCustom 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. โ€œCustom,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. Sheโ€™d learned to read them, over the years: the oglers, the moaners, the โ€œaccidentalโ€ touchers. Men who claimed it was about art but watched her work like they were waiting for a lap dance. This one wasnโ€™t like that. This one was here for something else. Something he almost didnโ€™t 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:

โ€œBut why would I wash only my legs?โ€ I asked the artist. โ€œAm 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*

WWS Statement from Los Angeles on the Disappeared and Nationwide Human Rights Violations

A daytime street scene of a community march against ICE raids. A woman holds a young child in the foreground.

Most of us never learned about los desaparecidos from Central America in school, how throughout the 1980s in Guatemala, Nicaragua and El Salvador, American supported militaries disappeared priests, nuns, whole villages who opposed them. Now, four decades later, as vibrant jacarandas bloom purple across the Southland, our cities have become vulnerable to these same United States Federal forces.

As communities resiliently recover from this winterโ€™s devastating fires, as students wrap up the accomplishments of another school year and walk across stages, our friends, neighbors, and family are being pulled from our streets and classrooms, from car washes and fields. As the ongoing genocide in Gaza continues to unfold, our screens have become overwhelmed with images of violence in our streets, schools, and workplaces. 

Women Who Submit stands in unwavering support of our vulnerable Latinx communities and all those being racially profiled by these illegal deportation actions. We stand shoulder to shoulder with these Black and Brown communities and all those being treated inhumanely. We call for the immediate release of those callously disappeared from our neighborhoods and families. Women Who Submit opposes the existence of ICE and the presence of the National Guard and military troops in our city. The presence of these forces legitimizes the illegal and cruel efforts of ICE and escalates violence against those engaged in civil disobedience and other forms of protest.

It is Trump, ICE, Border Patrol and the US military bringing violence and chaos to the people of Los Angeles and of the Americas.

We urge our community to take action. We acknowledge the unique and varied ways people are able to push back and urge you to connect to local efforts in your area. If you have the wherewithal to push back financially, here are some funds and resources to pass along. 

Vecinos Unidos Whittier: Whittier advocates for how to support our immigrant communities

Centro CSO: Grassroots organization based in Boyle Heights

JailSupportLA raises funds to support jailed protestors (Venmo: JailSupportLA)

Clue Justice has a detained immigrant bond fund

GoFundMe for three siblings affected by detention

GoFundMe to bring Diego back to his family

Immigrant Defenders Law Center

Central American Resource Center

Haitian Bridge Alliance

There are growing opportunities for direct action as well. As we head into this summer, we urge you to lean into the community and resist fascism as it rears its head in all of our communities. 

https://www.chirla.org/donatenow/  Organization to advance the human and civil rights of immigrants and refugees. 

https://www.idepsca.org/programs Day labor support

http://stopicealerta.ddns.net/ Report and receive updates on ICE sightings and terror

https://ndlon.org/ National Day Labor Network

https://www.ccijustice.org/carrn find your local rapid response network

https://www.advancingjustice-aajc.orgAsian Americans Advancing Justice

https://ajsocal.org Asian Americans Advancing Justice So Cal

https://www.aclunc.org/home  ACLU Northern California

https://action.aclu.org/give/now ACLU National

https://www.maldef.org Legal support 

Finally, for those in our community personally affected by these raids and acts of terror, know that Women Who Submit supports you, your families, and your loved ones. We see your struggle, and we fight with you.ย 

May 2025 Publication Roundup

The Women Who Submit members included in this post published their work in amazing places during May of 2025. Eight of our committed members heard about an 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. We have so many wonderful members featured in this month’s publication roundup, so please take a moment to extend gratitude to one another! Thank you and happy submitting!

Let’s begin by congratulating Dilys Wyndham Thomas whose poem “weather warning” was published in Issue 57 of Beyond Words Magazine.

Kudos to Sharon Langley who published her poem “I Saw My Mom Today” in the poetry anthology Women in a Golden State: California Poets at 60 and Beyond by Gunpowder Press.

Congratulations to Mary Camarillo whose fiction piece “Flip Flop” also appeared in Women in a Golden State: California Poets at 60 and Beyond.

Shoutout to Laura Sturza whose creative nonfiction piece “I Never Want to Leave These People, This Place” was featured in Issue 32 of Santa Fe Writers Project Journal.

Los Angeles felt more like home than my suburban Maryland hometown. Every corner of the city on the edge of the Pacific was interconnectedโ€”dots on a map linking people and places that brought joy and grace into my life. There was the drab, crowded newsroom where I filed my first stories as a newly minted city hall reporter, anxious about whether I had gotten the facts right. There was the noisy restaurant where my future husband Tom and I had our first date and were thrilled we both looked like the photos in our dating profiles. It also had sites where my heart was brokenโ€”the workplace with the angry boss, and the second-floor apartment where my lovely neighbor and I swapped cat-care duties when we traveled, at least until my lush, long-haired Calico passed away.

Congratulations to Romaine Washington who published poem “Cafรฉ con Libros y Corazon” with Dim Lights & Obsidian Tongues: A Pomona Poetry Anthology and El Martillo Press. She also published poem “And Then Tomorrow” in Cholla Needles: Soft Power Edition.

Kudos to Melinda Palacio whose two poems “Sunrise” and “Good Girls Donโ€™t Wear Red Panties” was featured in Santa Barbara Independent Magazine. Excerpt of the latter is available below:

Voices ebb and flow
Hello? Mom?
Nurse?

Sweat puddles
into a damp swamp
of twisted sheets

Harnessed by machines
Fluids drip, drop, 
bloody crook of arm

Free me 
from this web
Please

Huge shoutout to Didi Anofienem who published fiction novel Essien of Alkebulan: Wielders of Floods and Flames with Turner Publishing Company.

Congratulations to Tisha Marie Reichl-Aguilera whose fiction piece “Open Mind” appeared in Flowersong Press’ anthology The White Picket Fence: Stories of Individuality as Rebelliousness.

Kudos to Anais Godard whose article “An Open Letter to Robert F. Kennedy Jr., Who Thinks My Daughter Is a Tragedy” was featured in McSweeney’s Open Letter To People or Entities Who Are Unlikely to Respond.

Dear Mr. RFK Jr.,
(The โ€œdearโ€ is tradition. Donโ€™t mistake it for affection.)

You said autistic children are a burden. That they ruin families. That theyโ€™ll never pay taxes or write poems. That they are, in essence, collateral damage.

Iโ€™d like to introduce you to my daughter.

She is five. She does not speak in sentences yet, but she knows how to answer a joke with a smirk. She organizes her markers by color, then chaos, then color again. She plays baseball without rules, which is probably the right way to play it. She hums when sheโ€™s thinking. She hums a lot.

When another childโ€™s upsetโ€”before the adults notice, before the child even criesโ€”she takes their hand. She leans her forehead against theirs, gently, like sheโ€™s checking for a fever only she can feel.

Shoutout to Jesenia Chavez who published creative nonfiction essay “My Favorite Mother’s Day” with Mobile Data Mag.

It was a hot day in LA, we arrived and then we got a wheelchair for my grandmother. We walked around the gardens. I remember I wore the wrong shoes because they had a small heel that kept digging into the grass. We took turns pushing my grandmotherโ€™s wheelchair. When it was my turn, I was terrified of rolling my grandma down a hill and accidentally letting go. It was funny because the gardens are not too wheelchair friendly, but we managed. I was sweating a lot while it was my turn to push. We all took turns. My older sister Erika pushed the most because she is the toughest and complains the least.

Congratulations to Heather Pegas whose fiction piece entitled “Gem of My Eye” appeared in Issue 9 of Heimat Review.

A man lurched out at me on the street. I had been making my way down the busy sidewalk between the gym and the post office, almost late for a doctorโ€™s appointment. In my haste and in that crowd, the man should not have stood out to me, but he did, even before he stepped into my path.

The man was skinny. He had a Roman nose, a head of black curly hair, and heโ€™d been scanning passersby with an agitated air, as if he might jump out of his skin. He seemed young to me, perhaps thirty, not much more.

Naturally, I recoiled to find him right in front of me, but quickly recovered. In my city, in broad daylight, no one ever stopped you but for two reasonsโ€”cash or directions. I felt unwell, my money was for my doctor, and I didnโ€™t have time for any lost soul. But I noticed the man had pressed trousers, a good dress shirt. He probably didnโ€™t need my money, so I put his agitation down to being lost.

Kudos to Xochitl-Julisa Bermejo who published a poem entitled “The Story of the Othermother” with Santa Fe Writers Project Journal, as well as creative nonfiction piece “So You Don’t Like to Read” in Boundless 2025: The Anthology of the Rio Grande Valley International Poetry Festival with Flowersong Press. See excerpt of the former below:

I Love Lucy fantasies planted from the TV
and into her mind on sick days home from school.
So far back buried the seed of a husband
she was to reach for with twinkles in her eyes
before saying, โ€œRicky, Darling.โ€

She believed in what would grow between them
and the culture theyโ€™d carefully collect like items for a nestโ€“
drums and poetry, dance and gratitude.

But no husband sprouted.

Shoutout to Jasmine Vallejo-Love who published six poems “Existential Crisis,” “A Gentle Push to Persevere,” “Butterfly Cinquain for a Burning LA,” “Sole Breadwinner,” “Cerulean Heart,” and “For the Puerto Rican Serviceman Who Lost Their Lives in the Aftermath of 9/11” in Cholla Needles: Soft Power Edition.

Congratulations to .CHISARAOKWU. whose poems “Sleep-Wake Cycle” and “Fancy” were featured in Anomaly. See excerpt of the former below:

In sleep, I hold catastrophe at bay;
awake, the fat arm of an aunt
and an uncleโ€™s mustard breath
press against my softest partsโ€”
This wreck: persistent, recurring
brain on loop, glitch in the algorithm,

Kudos to Flint whose poem “The Trouble with Double Vision” was picked up by Quartet Journal.

My eyes are in my mouth
in between my teeth

and my tongue glosses
over them as truthfully

as vodka dresses the ice
in the highball sulking

its way down my throat.
Throat wide as hunger

Shoutout to Ronna Magy whose five poems “Afternoon Prayer,” “Like a Virgin, “Knives, Forks, Spoons, Mothers, Children,” “Grandmother,” and “What Kind of Times?” appeared in Cholla Needles: Soft Power Edition. She also published “Women in a Golden State” in Women in a Golden State: California Poets at 60 and Beyond by Gunpowder Press.

Congratulations to Elizabeth Galoozis who published blog post “Shaping a Collection into a Book” with awpwriter.org.

When I was matched in the Writer to Writer program in 2022, Iโ€™d been trying to compile a poetry collection for a few years. “Compileโ€ is really the right word. The manuscript I brought to my mentor, Claire Wahmanholm, was more of a portfolio, in which I tried to faithfully represent the last twenty years of my poetic development. Intellectually, I understood that other poetry collections werenโ€™t comprehensive or documentary. But emotionally, it was difficult for me to chart a middle path between the comprehensive and the tightly themed (books like Brittney Corriganโ€™s Daughters or Terrance Hayesโ€™s American Sonnets for My Past and Future Assassin). I knew the latter model wouldnโ€™t work for what I had, and at almost forty, I wanted to work with what I had.

And lastly, kudos to Sakae Manning for their hybrid piece “My Grandmother’s Affair with the San Andreas Fault” being featured in Driftwoods 2025 Anthology.

*Feature image credit to Margaret Gallagher*

April 2025 Publication Roundup

The Women Who Submit members included in this post published their work in amazing places during April 2025. Five our committed members heard about an 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 a moment to extend congratulations to our members who had their work published this month. Thank you and happy submitting!

Let’s begin by congratulating Amy Raasch who placed two poems โ€œWhy I Am Not a Gravediggerโ€ and โ€œAshesโ€ in the anthology Angel City Review: Ten Years of Poetry in L.A. Excerpt of the the former is available below:

I like to go to the diner, drink coffee,
and listen to Barbara talk shit. Barbara
doesnโ€™t work the graveyard shift.
I tell her, church basement flooded
so we held the reception at the house.
I tell her nobody will sit
in my motherโ€™s kitchen chair;
the air is too thick with her
unanswered questions.

Kudos to Romaine Washington who published a poem in Cholla Needles 100 produced by Cholla Needles Publishing.

Shoutout to Ronna Magy who published a poem entitled “Ode to the Female Body” with Sinister Wisdom 136: Icons.

Congratulations to Natalie Warther whose flash fiction pieces “Four Dads” and “Even the Horses” were featured in Had Journal. She also published fiction piece “Outside Husband” in Xray Literary Magazine (see excerpt of the latter below).

The survivalist stuff started as a hobby for my husband. An attempt to disconnect from the tech-dependent modern world. But quickly, our renovated backyard started looking more like a trash dump than a place to entertain the neighbors. He just kept making โ€œtools.โ€ Dental floss snares. Crayon candles. Pantyhose fishing nets. Dryer lint tinder. Maple syrup mouse traps. He used every single trash bag in the house for the water collection system.  

Huge shoutout to Elizabeth Galoozis whose book Law of the Letter has been published with Inlandia Institute.

Please join me in congratulating Jacqueline Lyons whose hybrid creative nonfiction piece “Dialogic: Except the Rain” appeared in Eastern Iowa Review.

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A new year, and time to dialogueโ€”the opposite of breaking upโ€”with the elements. Especially water. The elements speak with such singularity and purpose, ferrying blue glyphs as the crow flies, while human nerve bundles shoulder a mix of fear and longing, more list than image. All of us, most of the time, of at least two minds. Giant Sequoia, Sparrows, and Sharks too.
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Except for the taco truck near the intersection of Los Angeles Avenue and Somis Road that concentrates its powers inward and births an illuminated island,ย anย horchataย oasis, a candle in the window radiant after 9 pm. Committed, they do not offerย combinaciรณnย plates.

Kudos to Valerie Anne Burns whose memoir piece “Does God Visit Santa Barbara” was featured in “Women in a Golden State: California Poets at 60 and Beyond.

Shoutout to Marya Summers who published a poem “On the Dunes of Manchester Beach, Five Years without Housing” in Pensive Journal’s tenth issue.

Big congratulations to Kate Maruyama who published her novel Alterations with Running Wild Press.

Kudos to Ashton Cynthia Clarke who published creative nonfiction piece “A Writerโ€™s Life in Altadena: In the Line of Arts and the Eaton Fire” in Los Angeles Literature.

I almost died in that house in the foothills.

But my story differs from others you may have read regarding African American homeowners in Altadena, who were devastated by the Eaton Fire.

Twenty-five years ago, the arms wrapped around mine, which were wrapped around my own shivering frame, belonged to my soon-to-be husband, Phillip. โ€œWhere are we?โ€ I asked. I hadnโ€™t seen my breath hang in the air since my last camping trip to the Angeles National Forest.

Shoutout to Lauren Eggert-Crowe whose poem “Persephone watches Buffy the Vampire Slayer” appeared in Mayday Magazine.

I, too, have known the dark
chocolate thrill of a kiss against the wall
of a mausoleum. Our hunger pangs caused us

trouble โ€” the semiotics of leather jackets,
animal prints. Night smudges the lines,
sexual and otherwise. I know how lonely it is

to grow beside a lover who remains dead
inside the narrative he chose.
You think I donโ€™t watch

Kudos to Xochitl-Julisa Bermejo whose poem “Motherless Mothers and the Daughters They Bear” was also featured in in Mayday Magazine.

I mother myself gentle because my motherโ€™s hands
were rough, cracked, and ruby ringed.

When her mother died, she kept all the jewelry and left me
nothing. Maybe when your mother never mothers you,

it makes you a hoarder. Motherโ€™s Day commemorative plates
from the 70s to the 90s collect dust on the family piano

that never feels fingers along its keys. A behemoth stand
for porcelain plates mocking images of mothering

she never saw.

Congratulations to Michelle Y. Smith who published poems “Windows of My Soul” and “Peace” with Four Feathers Press. Her poem “There is a Sunflower” was also featured in LA Art News’ April Poets Place (excerpt of the latter available below).

His brown coffee
Countenance
Of disk florets 
Is framed with maize petals
Cheery and happy-go-lucky
Spirit pollinates
Where he goes
He laughter contagious

*Feature image credit to Margaret Gallagher*

This Makes up the Sky: Dreams. Lucy Rodriguez-Hanley

Dreamscapes

by Lucy Rodriguez-Hanley

From behind the blue C-section curtain, the medical staff whispered: โ€œUnusual,โ€ โ€œMermaid birth.โ€ 

โ€œAn intact amniotic sac!โ€ my doctor exclaimed. 

A transparent bubble with a baby floating in murky water was gently placed on my chest. She was curled in the fetal position, her head covered by a mop of black hair. When I tried to hold onto her, she slipped away from me. The doctor caught her and tried to pry her out of the amniotic sac.

My baby slid out of the hands that wanted to break her out of her shell. One of the nurses grabbed her and passed her around so the team could see what an en caul birth looked like. She eventually made her way back to me.

I knew I was dreaming. 

My first good nightโ€™s sleep since the miscarriage.

I wanted to see what she looked like, but the amniotic fluid was cloudy and one of her hands covered part of her face. Everyone in the room crowded around us; she needed to be removed from the caul. 

Panic and fear tried to take over. I vowed to protect my baby. 

She moved her hand; we made eye contact.

My dream baby Houdinied herself out of her casing. 

A warriorโ€™s cry echoed through the operating room. 

The deflated caul looked like crumpled parchment paper with the words โ€œAre you, my mother?โ€ inscribed in lavender ink. 

As a lucid dreamer, I was in control of my nocturnal escapade. I believe this was also my daughterโ€™s dream. My girl and I were on equal footing. She was there to check me out, would I suffocate her or give her space to be who she needed to be? I had nothing to ask of her, only that she please, choose me. 


head shot of writer Lucy Rodriguez-Handley

Lucy Rodriguez-Hanley is a creative nonfiction writer, award winning filmmaker and mother of two. She is the Chapters Director of Women Who Submit and leads the Long Beach, CA chapter. Her website lucyrodriguezhanley.com


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