Articles Posted in the Poetry Category
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My Vagina and Me: A CF Tribute
[caption id="attachment_5120" align="aligncenter" width="225" caption="Image from Zazzle.com. Check out the site."][/caption] My Vagina And Me My vagina and I are best friends We go everywhere together; We do everything together ... Even those people we wish we would never see or smell Again. My vagina and I take road trips -
7 Must See Spoken Word Performances!
CF Literary Editor, Lorena Madrigal, compiled the most ballin' Spoken Word Performances for your viewing pleasure. Make sure to thank her and/or send her your own College Femme Literary Magazine suggestions. Email suggestions to cfliterary@gmail.com. Happy Poetry Month to you! Sonya Renee- What Women Deserve Roxy Azari- Seen Not Heard -
Bat Ode, Jeredith Merrin
Long Distance Lately, my daughter and I speak by way of cats. This week, she phoned to say she bought a female tabby kitten, which with her huge male Maine Coon now makes two— like her married woman friend who owns two. I tell her I’ve been feeding a stray. -
Poetry we love: Excerpts from Varieties of Gazelle: Poems of the Middle East
The Words under the Words By Naomi Shihab Nye My Grandmother’s hands recognize grapes, the damp shine of a goat’s new skin. When I was sick they followed me, I woke from the long fever to find them covering my head like cool prayers. My grandmother’s days are made of -
April Fool’s Day Poetry: You Foolish Men, Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz
You Foolish Men by Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz translated by Michael Smith You foolish men who laythe guilt on women,not seeing you're the causeof the very thing you blame; if you invite their disdainwith measureless desirewhy wish they well behaveif you incite to ill. You fight their -
April Fool’s Day Poetry: The Fool Errant, Amy Lowell
The Fool Errant from A Dome of Many-Coloured Glass by Amy Lowell The Fool Errant sat by the highway of life And his gaze wandered up and his gaze wandered down, A vigorous youth, but with no wish to walk, Yet his longing was great for the distant town. He -
CF Lit: The Elder Sister
The Elder Sister By Sharon Olds When I look at my elder sister now I think how she had to go first, down through the birth canal, to force her way head-first through the tiny channel, the pressure of Mother's muscles on her brain, the tight walls scraping her skin. -
In Memory of My Idol
In Memory of My Idol By Lorena Madrigal, Editorial Contributor I was among those celebrating Valentine’s Day in 2010, spending time with my boyfriend, and I hadn’t even realized that by then Lucille Clifton had already said her last -
CF Literary: Woman
Woman BY LORENA MADRIGAL Because those damn curves plunge your mind in directions it has never known existed. Because the sunlight off her lips and the sway of her hips make you cringe with anticipation. Because your ballooning ego as she walks right on by Pops Previously published in -
Underwire
“Underwire” by Robyn Skinner I hate my underwire bras. The confinement is necessary but why so binding? The form of my molded D cup profoundly emphasized by the underline of metal holds me all together and it reminds me of you. Each morning when I buckle my bra in front
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