Issue 3.1 – Nonfiction

    “Hi, Baby Girl! I’m home!” I scooped up my four-month-old after changing out of my scrubs. I’d only been gone a few hours, but I had at least two hours of charting ahead. I got some cuddles in before delving into my tablet to document wounds, blood sugars, and lab values from the…

Issue 3.1 – Fiction

  I sit here alone as I have done since they took my baby away. The chair is high-backed, plastic, and the cheap wood of its arms splinters under my nails. Beside the bed is a tatty locker, the door of which swings open: relentless, impotent, relentless, impotent, relent– A poor tribute to my daughter…

Issue 3.1 – Poetry

  We fell in love because of that lift home, a pirated Strokes album playing, me glancing at your lipring between turns. We’d already grounded ourselves on music floes:   me a lovechild of Band of Horses and Florence, you a mashup of Bloodhound Gang and Amanda Palmer.   You taught my body how to…

A Word from the Editor

We’ve reached the final installment of our second issue . . . Issue 2.5! For those of you who, like me, are enjoying seeing how our journal’s reach is growing each and every week, I want to share my very favorite statistic—countries the Same is being read in. The total is currently at 61! It boggles my…

Issue 2.5 – Nonfiction

    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…

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…

A Word from the Editor

I’m so thrilled to present Issue 2.3 to you today! The last week has represented the biggest growth of the journal since its inception. We have reached readers in 55 countries and counting. I hope you’re not getting tired of hearing about this; it’s been my favorite stat to follow! I love knowing how far…