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Descendants of Medusa
Descendants of Medusa
Descendants of Medusa
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This collection of poetry, prose, and personal essays tells the stories of millions of women. Some may sound like yours, while others may challenge your perception. But all will empower.



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    Descendants of Medusa - Nymeria Publishing

    DESCENDANTS OF MEDUSA

    A Collection of Poems, Prose, and Essays

    Nymeria Publishing, LLC

    Nymeria Publishing LLC

    First published in the United States of America by Nymeria

    Publishing LLC, 2022

    Copyright © 2022 by Nymeria Publishing

    All rights reserved. Except as permitted under the U.S.

    Copyright Act of 1976, no part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any

    means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without the prior written permission of the publisher.

    Nymeria Publishing

    PO Box 350747

    Jacksonville, Fl 32235

    Visit our website at www.nymeriapublishing.com

    Print ISBN 9798985157277

    Ebook ISBN 9798985157284

    1st Edition 

    Printed in U.S.A

    For the witches, they could not burn…

    Let’s turn them to stone.

    CONTENTS

    Rachael Lord- Damn the Thieves

    Tinamarie Cox- Moored

    Eleanor Ambler- Cycles

    Shockie G.- Beautiful

    T. Walters- Becoming Fury

    Madisyn Schofield- She Was The Sun

    Maggie Kaprielian- How to Console Your Grieving Younger Sister

    S. N. Benenhaley- A Game

    Rachael Lord- On the Axis of Grief and Gravity

    Maegen McAuliffe O’Leary- The Damn Birds Are at It Again

    Cat Webling- Beautiful Me

    G.T. Sims- An Attempt to Put Words to Lesbian Love

    Adrija Jana- and in Silence

    Eleanor Ambler- Atmospheric Gender Dynamics

    Allison Fradkin- Boob Ease

    K. L. Champitto- Taste of Modesty

    Rachael Lord- Born of Witches and Queens

    Abbi Peters- Labyrinth

    Elise LeSage- Siberian Woman, 5 C.E

    Allison Fradkin- Holy Inappropriate

    Morgan Bridges- 6/24/2022

    A.F. Kaye- MISCARRIED

    Maegen McAuliffe O’Leary- Spontaneous Abortion

    Amethyst Bernard- to the little girl who hated pink

    Shockie G.- Women Don’t Burp

    Lenora Brown- Maturity

    Belinda A. Edwards- Stone Carrier

    Amethyst Bernard- Yellow

    Sarah Butkovic- Bacchus’s Bar & Tap

    Eleanor Ambler- Ballet Class on the Last Monday of November

    Adrija Jana- On Femininity

    Sophie Kuhn- Crimson Tinted Eyelids

    Allison Fradkin- Soar Spot

    Shelley Sanders-Gregg- No Heartbeat

    S. N. Benenhaley- Herricane

    G.T. Sims- Desert Hearts(break)

    Deirdre Garr Johns- Untitled

    Meet the Authors

    Damn the Thieves

    To the girl who dreamed

    of being a princess—

    your handmade crown

    was always enough.

    To the young woman who believed

    in fairytale endings,

    but thought love

    meant the same

    as starving herself—

    eat the bread,

    lose the boy who told you that.

    To the daughter who fought

    demons in her bedroom,

    under the blanket of night, all while

    wielding a broken sword—

    you are stronger

    than every villain in your head.

    I see her sometimes

    when my own eyes catch the mirror

    damn the thieves, I think,

    for taking your strength from you.

    But in the next breath,

    I whisper into the darkness:

    look how you stole it back.

    - Rachael Lord

    Moored

    She was told

    she should reach for the stars

    and then,

    she was handed an anchor.

    -Tinamarie Cox

    Cycles

    Sometimes I think I am healed of heartbreak.

    I rise thrumming with the rhythms

    of lifetimes, blood circling the stories

    my mothers lived, breath expanding songs

    through generations. I sing a round with the echoes

    of their voices; I dance natural into my own.

    When memory bleeds back, I lie hysterical, arteries

    stretched and scattered about the earth. History says

    I cannot be whole. My womb wanders homeless,

    breaking the membranes that keep my brain

    in sane states. Insane states tell me I am a home.

    I am whole when I house

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