I wasn’t a little girl who thought about marriage. My Barbie doll was a writer and nature lover who lived alone in the trees; miraculously free of mosquito bites. My Donny Osmond doll spied, took pictures, and wrote articles about how beautiful it was to see my Barbie (read: me) live naked and…
Category: Issue 2
Issue 2.5 – Fiction
She’d lost so much weight recently that the silver rings she’d been wearing comfortably for years no longer had enough flesh to grasp. They spun while she typed, bumping against their neighboring digits, and resulting in their being expelled from her hands during her workday. In the evenings, when she closed her laptop and…
Issue 2.5 – Poetry
Find what turns your soul into a hummingbird. Your heart into a nest. Chase the great heart of the world. Run vibrantly to the point where ascension begins. Don’t trust anyone who feels endangered in the reflection of your radiant safety. You are a rose protect your own petals. Use your marvelous…
A Word from the Editor
Happy Monday! I’ve come to love Mondays. Publication day has become the highlight of my week. It’s incredibly rewarding to share the work of such amazing women writers with the world. It’s so much fun to see the connections that are happening between women who are separated by oceans and generations but are coming together…
Issue 2.4 – Nonfiction
It was Mother’s Day in 2002 when in the service our pastor asked all mothers, grandmothers, and mothers-to-be to stand up and be recognized by the congregation, but I sat in the pew, shoulders dropped, looking at my feet, silently wishing them all to hell. It was in that dark, vanishing place where I…
Issue 2.4 – Fiction
“It wasn’t always like this, you know,” says Frank. We sit at a table against the window of the mostly empty Dugan’s Bar. He swigs his third Coors Lite. The uneven table wobbles as he rests his hand on it. “When Mom and Dad first moved us here, before you were born, this was…
Issue 2.4 – Poetry
“They don’t know humans, so they are fearless.” ~William Vollman[1] They, the girls, braid each other’s hair, slide on sandals and grab thin, purple jackets they won’t need for the summer outside. Below a furious drum of sun in skinny clouds, color-drained weeds faint like discarded bits of sewing thread. The…
Issue 2.3 – Nonfiction
The news was ablaze last week with the news of the rapper Eminem drawing a line in the sand through his freestyle video at the BET awards, insisting his fans choose between him and Trump. I completely related to and understand his actions. While I remain friends with people who have made the decision…
Issue 2.3 – Interview
At the Same we love connecting readers with authors, and, today, we interviewed children’s author, Jennifer Hultz. We’re excited to introduce her beautiful book with readers around the world! the Same: Tell us about yourself! Jennifer Hultz: I grew up all around Virginia and the Outer Banks of North Carolina, moving around frequently due to my father’s profession. This…
Issue 2.3 – Poetry
I don’t remember growing up. I don’t remember when Jesus stopped being normal and “love thy neighbor” didn’t always apply. I don’t remember when swearing became okay or when gossip became common. I don’t remember when my appearance began to matter or when boys stopped being gross. I don’t remember when politics were irrelevant…
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